Ye Chen said: "Master, I will never use it until I am dead."

"The seal is very strong, and only once, I don't want to waste it."

Feng Qingyang nodded in admiration: "Without blindly relying on the trump card, I, Feng Qingyang, have accepted a good apprentice."

"It just so happens that the sword box that has been covered with for thousands of years is time to come out!"

The next second, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes! His cold eyes stared at the old man in black robe who was rushing towards him quickly.

This look actually slowed down the old man in black robe!

This look seems to come from eternal!

Vicissitudes and loneliness!

The old man in black robe dared not think too much. The black sickle in his hand cut through the space, sweeping through the turbulent currents and air waves, shining with magic light, completely devouring Ye Chen.

And at this moment, Ye Chen flipped his arm and a huge sword box blocked him!

Time seems to have stopped!

When the black sickle touched the sword box, it broke!
Chapter completed!