Chuqing: Oh, Chuqing, the girl in blue is scared, but the range of the hot sword cyclone is by no means close to her and she is in a hurry. She has to stamp her feet and exclaim again and again.
Actually, it’s faster than your blood fog. Fierce Qingyang has seen the speed of destroying Cang Lan’s blood fog, and the smoke is ethereal and flexible. His posture of soaring wind is average, but the