Chapter 502 : The Sword Saint's Wrath

These two people in front of them were in such a chaotic battlefield, but they were walking slowly as if they were walking idly, and some bloods came over or shot or swung their swords, easily killing them, which made Anne vaguely have an ominous premonition. Barnard seemed to be able to detect his heart, hands behind his back, nodding and whispering, "That fat man and woman are proficient in magical formations, unexpected attacks will appear around us at any time."