C1285 Fantasy Spirit Mirror

"Little kid, you're courting death!" The Devil Sword Immortal was not lightly angered. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed at Wang Xiaohu.

Sword qi crisscrossed everywhere as if there was wind and thunder mixed in it. A trace of fear flashed across Wang Xiaohu's eyes. He really couldn't withstand the attack of a stage nine Loose Immortal