Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! 。The Mad Demon swung his iron rod, unleashing a wave of holy energy in the shape of tadpoles. The wave surged outward, engulfing the three half-step Saint Kings. 。,Of course, the sword speed of the East Flow Sword Venerable became slower and slower. 。The sword qi on the blade, also warped space, gradually dispersed. 。,Just a little bit. 。If my cultivation were to advance further, Zhang Ruochin would definitely not be able to withstand this sword of mine. 。“The Eastern Flow Sword Saint felt a tinge of regret.” 。"Zhang Ruochin, your cultivation seems to have increased a lot. No wonder you dare to rush over alone." 。Unfortunately, you've met us two. You're destined to drink hatred today. 。。