lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The country of Zhuang, with its thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, was almost consumed by this line of fire. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky, blocking their path.,Hundreds of iron feathers, each wielding a blade, roared in, every flash of steel a different sword style, some ferocious, some insidious.,"Too weak, Mo Jingyu!" Zuo Guanglie crossed his hands, and in an instant, his spell was complete.。