Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

A radiance of myriad patterns burst forth with complete power, forming a halo of holy energy. 。,The golden chariot collided with the white star phantom, shaking violently, and then flew to the right.,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.。