"That's fair!"

"this……"

Song Wansan did not dare to agree immediately, but looked at Murong Xue and Mr. Zhao.

"Can!"

Murong Xue didn't want to fight anymore, knowing that Zhou Heng would not be hurt.

Instead of doing that, why not do him a favor?

"I have no objection, but I want to take action first!"

Mr. Zhao nodded, then pointed at Zhou Heng: "What's up?"

"Sure! Come on!"

Zhou Heng spread his hands: "It will happen sooner or later, so this little while won't make any difference!"

"You have guts! I'll come first!"

Mr. Zhao was very satisfied with Zhou Heng's performance.

At this moment, looking at this young man, it wasn't so annoying anymore.

"bring it on!"

This time, Zhou Heng directly used the reinforcement of the entire army.

Although it was a bit of a waste, it improved his strength as well as the strength of his puppet.

It was precisely because of this that his breath surged.

"Okay! Golden body! Open!"

"Special effects bonus! On! On! On!"

This time, Zhou Heng turned on all the special effects of his martial arts.

Come to meet Mr. Zhao's attack.

“Here it comes!”

Mr. Zhao put his hands together, and then condensed the shadow of a sword.

At this moment, this sword made people feel a chilling sense of oppression between heaven and earth.

As the sword light surged, before he even made a move, the air in front of him had been cut into a spatial countercurrent.

Strong winds were surging in it.

"Ba Tian Sword!"

After making all the preparations, Mr. Zhao finally set off.

He used man as a sword and pushed his spiritual power to the extreme.

Tearing through the space, he came directly to Zhou Heng's eyebrows.

"Boy! Take it!"