In the meantime, Ding Hao's body suddenly madly spiraled in the air.

Like a huge drill, the rusted sword instantly burst into tremendous force. It got rid of Li Muyun's fingers and continued to invade his forehead lightning fast.

The terrible icing air had already permeated Li Muyun's face.

The listed disciples under the ring all exclaimed. The disciples of Central Academy of white shirts were shocked, while the disciples of Eastern Academy of green shirts were ...