chapter 344 Enemies often meet on a narrow road.

"Buzz!"

The purple-gold sky tower stood in front of Gene Mormont, half a person's height higher than Gene Mormont, making a sound of wind and thunder. The aura of the peerless ferociousness had disappeared without a trace, and all that was left was an extremely cool broadsword.

The flexible arc is natural and graceful, the purple-gold sky has the posture of a tiger and a dragon, it is like a phoenix facing the sun or a sacred turtle squatting on the ground, and one glance...