"Catch him!"
"Kill!"
All the animals were on fire.
Qin Feng coldly hummed, his power was immense, the world shook. All the swords flew out, each one so real, so sharp.
After breaking through the extreme situation, although the perception of Sword Dao hasn't changed, the power of the Eighteen Swords has reached a new level. Now, as Qin Feng unfolded it, it was like a Divine City, killing enemies all around, showing its terror.
"Bragging!" "Bragging!" "Bragging!" "Poof!"
The swords pierced through the Mist Sea one after another. Many animals died and were injured, especially those mainly cared for by Qin Feng. They died in fear and reluctance.
In the Mist Sea, blood was shrouded, the sound of killing was loud. Qin Feng, like a group of Old Hu, came here to kill animals.
