Ancient God Emperor

she carries the real qi to her palms, and the palms make a wheezing sound, condensing sharp and crystal ice spines. Wrist shake, dozens of ice thorns, at the same time fly to A Le.,Guo Shishi clenched his heavy sword with a look of cold anger in his eyes.,Zhang Ruochen's eyes squinted and stared at the woman in purple standing on the third floor of an old building by the street.。