Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

A radiance of myriad patterns burst forth with complete power, forming a halo of holy energy. 。,While attacking, the frenzied mouth let out a monstrous shriek, laughing and crying at the same time, truly like a madman.,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。