At the same time, Zhong Heng didn't give up the opportunity to kill his opponent. He still rushed to the bottom. The big figure in his hand was flying, stirring up the gun shadow all over the sky, filled with a strong burning air, roaring away.

Ye Chu stood still and did not move. It seemed that he didn't intend to interfere, but his eyes were flying fast, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"ye Daoyou, please help me. I'd like to kill Zhong Heng with you. Your head belongs to ye Daoyou!"

a rapid voice came out in the pit, with a kind of weakness, a sense...