, he is much more flexible than the psychic fossil He Kaishan.

Zhang Chi rushed towards He Kaishan again. He Kaishan took a stance and waited to meet Zhang Chi's right fist that he had thrown out in advance. But when Zhang Chi was about to come in front of him, he took out his left hand from behind. This guy's left-hand scimitar was hidden behind his back.

, the right fist is just a cover, the left hand sword is the killing move.

The sharp scimitar slashed He Kaishan's neck, Dang! He Kaishan didn't move at all, and punched Zhang Chi's face again. Although He Kaishan's brain was a little hard to use, Zhang Chi held up a big face, so big

It is impossible not to see the flaws.

When He Kaishan punched, he had already imagined the scene of him punching a watermelon. He punched Zhang Chi in the face, watching his facial features become distorted, watching the bridge of his nose flatten, watching his distorted facial features re-form.

After recovering, He Kaishan felt very magical, this face was very weird.

When his attention shifted from his relaxed face to his right fist, he found that there were twisting cracks on his right fist. The pain was also transmitted slowly in the petrified state. He watched helplessly as his right fist

It broke into more than a dozen pieces, leaving only a broken wrist. He Kaishan's eyes widened and he burst out with an incredible roar.

At the same time, he heard He Kaiyan's scream, and Qin Luzhu chopped off He Kaiyan's head with a knife.
Chapter completed!