On the other side, Zhang Ruochen rode the golden chariot and was unstoppable. He crashed into seven peak-level Saints in a row, injuring three of them severely. 。,East Flow Sword Venerable, standing on the side, pupils contracted to the size of a needle. Seizing the opportunity, he thrust his sword out. 。Because the speed at which he erupted was too fast, it even formed eighteen remnant souls, and all of the remnant souls were connected into a straight line. 。,In Fang Yi's view, Zhang Ruochen, who was desperately fighting against Dongliu Jianzun, would definitely not be able to avoid this sword. 。。