Fierce Qingyang blinked and lovingly touched the hilt of the frost-covered sword with a thousand miles back, and whispered in the face of destroying Cang Lan that all three main sects have arrived yet.

It can be seen that Jiang Yu-xiu is uncommon in human form, but the surging billows can’t help but nod and sigh, and suddenly see Qingluo clinging to her waist and eyes like a lost beast, staring at a figure in Gankuntai in horror and not saying a word. What happened to Carol? She bent…