The knife stabbed on the white regiment's bulging belly was shocked back. Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows and stared at it with a little disgust. The knife in his hand did not let go because of the elasticity of the shock. Instead, he took the advantage of this force and stepped forward half a step with his left foot, pushing the white regiment back to the wall behind him again, where he nailed it firmly.

Baituan's body is still expanding, it twists its huge body, as if to get rid of the yoke of Ye, but at this moment, the saber is like something to suck, and pull Ye into...