m, which held the Binding Demon Rope, was severed at the wrist. Ong Zhihan, ignoring the excruciating pain, stretched out his left hand to grab the Binding Demon Rope, clutching onto this last straw...The ethereal flying sword, which had been wandering the heavens and earth for several years, responded to the call and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into Lu Xia Tian's hand.

Over the past few years, although Lu Xiaoteng has cultivated some divine abilities, he wouldn't reveal them unless absolutely necessary. 。Under normal circumstances, you can use some commonly known methods. 。"Traitorous son, you dare to steal my martial arts techniques! Not only do you show no remorse, but you also flee in cowardly fashion!" 。A fiery cloud surged from afar, and above it was a bear demon as large as a mountain, wearing a golden hoop on its forehead. 。Isn't it exactly Dong Y Xiong Huangveral deep and shallow wounds, but at this time, Lu Xia Tian’s attention was obviously not focused on the wounds, but on thinking about the process of fighting with the purple centipede demon just now...