Chapter 107: Holy Liquid

his sword under the moon, and the body of his sword was bitterly cold, condensing pieces of white snowflakes in the air, falling with the wind.half an hour later, Zhang Ruoxian consumed a lot of real...l even if he does not rest for ten days and nights.he is old!after thousands of miles of long-distance flight and serious injuries, Hua Minggong felt that his speed was getting slower and slower.if he...