Quasi-Emperor An Qing's expression was solemn.

　　The feathered wings on his back were slightly opened, and amidst the sound of breaking air, the pale silver feathers, transformed into endless blades, shot out.

　　Ding ding ding!

　　The sound of metal clashing and crashing resounded in the void of the ring.

　　It was as if it were a dense symphony of blistering rain.

　　Li Mu every time against the enemy, flying knife knife intent storm is the ...