"Have you rested enough?"

Yuan Mingkong was dumbfounded by the voice shouting...

Just now, he had obviously said that the blade of the sword might be poisoned, telling him not to adjust his luck. Now he saw that the opponent was furious, but he couldn't care about it and hurriedly called for his help.

But complaining is complaining, the two of them are now grasshoppers on the same rope. Yuan Mingkong didn't dare to offend, so he immediately punched out.

The fist hit the long sword, making a long buzzing sound.

But Yuan Mingkong still lost strength due to the injury to his shoulder. The Blood Eagle Warrior received his punch, but remained steady and did not give in any step.

But he helped Zhao Rang attract the attention of several people.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhao Rang gathered his energy again and raised the knife in his hand above his head. The cold sword light enveloped his entire body, exuding an aura of aloofness to the entire backyard.

This momentum continued to rise, until the knife in his hand began to tremble uncontrollably, and Zhao Rang's figure moved.

An unparalleled exercise drew a perfect arc in mid-air.

It seems like the water from the Taishang River is coming up from the sky!

Then the Yinshan Mountains moved and the Dragon Gate opened!

Thousands of miles of waves rushing into the sea!

The powerful sound of the waves swallowed up everything, and the Blood Eagle warrior in the lead let out a desperate scream from his throat.
Chapter completed!