The old man felt that his energy and blood were boiling due to the shock. Immediately, he shouted loudly and struck down the third axe.

"Three axes to split the stars!"

"As expected of Mr. Jun, under the three axes, there are few in the same realm who can rival him!"

Behind him, those people all smiled and looked at the old man in amazement.

Until, the third ax crashed down, and the blade of the big ax was embedded in the black dragon's head.

The old man's face looked as if it were stained with blood, he clenched his teeth and his body was trembling slightly.

"Even Daluo's Seventh Revolution can create cracks!"

"Bi Xi, I'm afraid your Xuanlong Split Mountain hasn't reached the second level yet, right?"

The faint words came, and the mysterious dragon was angry, and a vast dragon roar resounded across the desert.

Qin Xuan's toes rested on the head of the black dragon, with white clothes and gray hair, quietly overlooking the old man who was full of disbelief.

"Daluo Seventh Revolution!?"
Chapter completed!