"How can it be?"

Seeing the long sword in his hand being broken off one by one, Qi Long's face was filled with unconcealable horror.

But then, an unmatched force struck him, causing him to vomit blood and fly backwards with a pop.

Qitai was even more miserable.

It was as if a steel bar had penetrated his fist, and a blood hole appeared, dripping with blood, making him roar in pain again and again.

Then, with a bang, his whole body flew out again like a cannonball and hit the ground. He vomited blood and couldn't even stand up.

At this point, the field was quiet and you could hear a needle drop.

Everyone turned into wooden sculptures, dumbfounded and unable to believe what they were seeing.

"Is this, is this true?"

"How is it possible? Brother Long and Brother Tai even used their special skills, but they still lost?"
Chapter completed!