"You'll know when I capture you!" Miyamoto Zhengyi sneered, his body moved, and instantly merged with the shadow behind him, and he grabbed Su Bai with a palm.

Before the palm of his hand arrived, black mist and fire distorted the void.

"court death!"

Su Bai didn't hesitate at all. With a thought in his mind, the Zixiao Sword came out in an instant.

laugh

A slight sound broke through the air.

In the void, a purple light flashed.

The palm of the black mist froze for a moment, then shattered into dots of light rain.

Miyamoto was transformed into a phantom of a god and demon, and the sneer on his face suddenly solidified before it fell.

Click!
Chapter completed!