Zhuo Feifan's intestines turned green with regret. He looked at the other party with twitching eyes and his heart pounded.

"After ten moves, I won't hold back any more!"

"Young man, take the move!" Fu Xingkui shouted, his cold eyes blazing with fighting intent.

Whoosh, the figure flashed out, and the sword struck Zhuo Feifan quickly, and the violent force of the sword seemed to cut open the heaven and the earth.

Zhuo Feifan was already riding a tiger and was unable to get off. There was no other way but to confront him head-on.

To shrink back will only make people laugh.

Zhuo Feifan will never allow himself to hear the other party's name and give in because of timidity!

"So what if you are the Thunderbolt Sword Saint? If you lose your head and get a big scar, how can I, Zhuo Feifan, be afraid of you!" Zhuo Feifan summoned up all his courage, veins on his forehead jumped, and with an angry shout, his whole body shot out like a sharp arrow.

Fu Xingkui grunted and slashed with the dark blue sword!

Boom, a blue lightning flashed in mid-air.

Zhuo Feifan had just rushed in front of the opponent, and his vision was instantly filled with thunder and lightning.

It was too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Zhuo Feifan, who was originally arrogant, suddenly turned extremely pale.
Chapter completed!