日日插夜夜

More than fifty masters from the outer sect of Qi Guozong were killed in an instant. The remaining dozen or so people have lost their limbs. Even Dongfang Hei, who was called his senior brother, felt tired. Slightly bending his waist, he seemed to be dealing with every attack from the defenders of the gray-clothed sword array. It takes the same effort as sucking milk, and is full of the taste of death....