Ji Mo and Bai Zhan both had gloomy faces and were extremely worried in their hearts. This ax was unparalleled in the world and completely blocked all Fang Xiu's escape routes, reaching right in front of him.

Fang Xiu didn't squint his eyes, and held the heavy sword in his hand tightly. He didn't rush, didn't retreat, and didn't mess up. He drew the sword straight and straightened the sword.

"Clang——"

A deafening sound of gold and iron clashing resounded through the clouds, and above the bright dome, Fang Xiu instantly took more than ten steps back. His face was a little pale, and he held the epee tightly in his hands, but the tiger's mouth was already cracked, and his eyes were still full of fighting spirit.

Everyone was in an uproar!

No one expected that Fang Xiu, including Hu Wei, would actually take this axe, which really made him unbelievable.

Not to mention that there was such a big difference in strength between the two of them, his own magic weapon alone was enough to overwhelm him, but Fang Xiu was able to survive the ax fall.

On the heavy sword, the sound of humming could be heard continuously, and Fang Xiu's blood seemed to begin to boil at this moment.

"Come again!"

Fang Xiu gently wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. The oppressive feeling brought by the God-Opening Ax made Fang Xiu become more and more excited, and his fighting spirit was soaring.
Chapter completed!