慢慢捻磨 抽出又进入

Ji Ning's six divine swords, Purple Light Qiong, were all swung forward. Wherever they passed, the rumbling and crushing space was trembling and twisting. It traced a curve. It seemed slow, but its power continued to surge. He climbed directly to the top, and then directly collided head-on with the huge rock hand split by the volcano giant....