Luo Jun said: "Three...two..."

"Okay!" The white-haired young man finally agreed.

Luo Jun sneered.

The change of things once again made Chen Miaojia and Tong Jiawen feel full of drama.

Luo Jun said again: "Throw the sword to me."

"Okay!" The white-haired young man suddenly got lucky, and the cold long sword shot towards Luo Jun like a bolt of lightning.

The white-haired young man did not move rashly. He stared at Luo Jun carefully.

Luo Jun held the gun in his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and directly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand. The whole process was rapid and thunderous, and Luo Jun's eyes were always fixed on the white-haired young man. The white-haired young man sighed secretly in his heart, because just now

, Luo Jun didn't show any flaws.

"I hope your cleverness ends here!" Luo Jun said coldly: "If you dare to test me like this again, I won't mind making a bloody hole in your head. I won't say the same thing a second time.
Chapter completed!