There aren't many on land.

Wei Sanren laughed and said, "Brother Zhang, what's going on? I've never missed a kill in my life."

Xiao Xiong said with a smile: "This is the four-pole magical skill of my Nestorian spiritual protection skill, which is to lead, push, and move. I just used the moving skill."

Wei Sanren smiled and said: "Okay, this is really an eye-opener for my brother. Come again!"

Xiao Xiong fought with bare hands.

For a moment, all I could see was water splashing all over the wide canal. One wave was unstable and another wave appeared. It was as dense as a rain of knives falling from the sky, and the screams of palms and knives filled my ears.

The figures of the two people were mixed in the dark water, seemingly visible but completely invisible.

The two men are of equal cultivation and have equal strength. They can only fight with each other, relying on the skill of their moves and the strength of their blades to defeat their opponents.

And if there is a huge disparity in cultivation, it is just a matter of one sword strike.

This is like an egg that can never touch a stone, but when two stones collide, one of them can defeat the other with its sharpness.
Chapter completed!