With a bang, Cao song flew out directly. In front of his arms, there was a black blood stain that made it hard to distinguish his arms. This time, he was hurt!

"brother!" Can't help but slide down a few tears, Cao Ying is angry from the heart, black hair growing abruptly, directly stabbed into the bluestone ground, and surrounded the past from all directions.

it's hard to fight with two fists and four hands. Although we are not afraid of the shackles and attacks of this kind of hair, it's also a headache for Bibo to guard against such attacks. Standing there and fighting, his actions are also limited...