The dark clouds surrounded by the undulating Raksha Peak, covering the rugged and steep mountain, layer by layer, and sat heavily in the mist of the mist that was not up to the sky or down to the ground, and sharp whistling sounds pierced the sky! Three small black dwarf-like shadows flew over, and a snow-white light chasing in the clouds that shone across the mountain. The figure of the blue shirt walking with a sword was floating like a fairy, like thunder and lightning, chasing the sword behind the sword, and chasing the three black figures. The three people stopped their steps quickly, panickedly not knowing whether to move forward or retreat before escaping. The sword under the man's feet emitted a terrifying sword light. Staying calmly in the air, the man on the sword was tall, handsome and handsome, with a very young face, and his eyes were as bright as stars under his sword eyebrows, looking down at the three despicable demon shadows.