Xia qingchen's fist landed cleanly on Yuan chaohui's chest.
The latter was in pain and was about to retaliate when Xia qingchen's leg swept over again, sending him flying into the sky.
Next, a set of [ four-forms ancient scroll ] was displayed.
His moves were as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water, and his attacks were fierce and merciless.
Yuan chaohui was like a sandbag. No matter how much he roared, he couldn't resist.
When he finished, Yuan chaohui's nose and mouth were covered in blood. His hair was messy, his face was red and swollen, and there were many burn wounds on his body.
He was in a sorry state!
Xia qingchen! Yuan chaohui gritted his teeth and growled.
However, he thought that everything was over.
In fact, it was just the beginning!
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