บท 393: Ice Fire Gourd Valley

Hu Niu was completely unafraid. Her small body scuttled through the red vein-like lines, and if she couldn't avoid it, she used her nails and mouth to tear and bite it apart; such terrifying ability made Ding Gao Yang and Ding Wan Qing dumbstruck.

Two freaks—they were definitely two freaks. 

On the other side, Ling Han had already completely gained the upper hand; he didn't even need to use the Three Styles of Black Origin. His right hand unleashed the Four Seasons Sword Art and his left hand clenched into a fist, blasting out War Elephant Fist continuously.

Hong, seven flashes of Sword Qi flew unhindered; with the sharpness of Demon Birth Sword, even a Spiritual Pedestal Tier wouldn't dare to receive it head-on, or else it would at least leave a gash—and at worst, sever his hands or feet.