C237 Mysterious sword

"You won't be able to last much longer. In today's battle, you will undoubtedly die!"

Zhan Canghong floated in midair, the big handprint seemed to be imprinted in the air, it was flowing with a wild berserk, trying to suppress the attacks of the Purple Fire Dragon with all of his strength.

As his hand seals continued to move forward, the halo seemed to transform into a Divine fire