"Sister Hua, can the second brother win?" Li Ziye asked curiously.

"Remove it."

Hua Fengdu replied, "I've never seen your perverted second brother lose before."

The two of them walked out of Li's house while talking.

Then.

The shocking scene shocked both of them.

In front of the house, ten steps away, the leader of the people took action, pre-empting the attack. His body moved, and his palm power followed, pressing down hard with the incomparable vast power of his palm.

But see.

This moment.

Amid the violent storm of palm power, Li Qingzhi's figure remained as still as a mountain, his right hand was held empty, and the sword box behind him opened in response.

Followed.

The sword comes out and the wind blows!

In a shocking scene, Li Qingzhi held his sword and drew it out. A sword rainbow flashed across his eyes. In the middle of the battle, blood spurted out all over the sky and fell like rain.

A shocking sword strike, and after one strike, the sword's edge returns to its sheath.

The sword box closed, the broken arm fell, staining the ground red.

It was an unspeakable scene, from Ren Kui taking action to breaking off his arm, it only took a moment, but Li Qingzhi's feet never moved even half a step.

In front of the house, Li Ziye watched this shocking battle, his mouth opened so wide that he could almost stuff a duck egg in it.

"The Technique of Cutting the Sky and Drawing the Sword."

On the side, Hua Feng softly uttered five words, and the waves in his heart continued to surge.
Chapter completed!