……
In the air.
Yuan Shuo's chain shook, but it was unable to break the opponent's long staff. Yuan Shuo roared in anger like a violent Gorilla.
Sun Yifei was getting fiercer and fiercer!
His eyes were cold and sharp, with a hint of joy in them, but more of it was killing intent.
When one heard the Dao in the morning, one could die in the evening.
But ... It did not stop him from killing Yuan Shuo.
On the path of martial arts, it was fine as long as there was a path.
There was another violent collision. Yuan Shuo grabbed his staff and left a few deep claw marks on it. However, he was still hit by sun Yifei's punch. Sun Yifei backed off with the staff, and Yuan Shuo was sent flying, his blood spraying in the air.
Yuan Shuo stood steadily in the air. His face was slightly pale and he looked a little tired.
On the other hand, sun Yifei's face flushed red as he coughed,"is this the only way?"
Was this the only way?
