call out!

Weng Qingyu refused to sacrifice the immortal-killing circle directly, but instead ordered the flying sword to transform into a starry sky and shoot away.

At the same time, there was a playful smile on his face.

"snort!"

The White Witch Corpse King Canheng said, waved his wings behind him, and danced the black iron stick in his hand.

Ha, Ding Ding immediately, there were crisp sounds of interception all over the sky, almost ringing.

The wings behind the White Witch Corpse King kept flashing, and his body turned into arcs, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment, for fear of being accidentally locked by the Immortal Killing Circle.

On the other hand, Weng Qingyu had to be more relaxed.

Originally, his strength was slightly inferior to that of the White Witch Corpse King, but the White Witch Corpse King had no way to kill him with one blow.

Therefore, Weng Qingyu could let go of the attack without any scruples, but the White Witch Corpse King had to look forward to it.

As one goes up and the other goes down, in a short while, Weng Qingyu's battles are getting smoother and smoother. The flying sword cut the White Witch Corpse King several times. Although he did not break the defense, it also caused some trauma to him...
Chapter completed!