Zhao Tiezhu's vision is not small so far. He can see that Muxue has reached a limit. It is not a good thing for him to continue to wrestle with Muxue, but he has lost all his strength and can't stop Muxue to solve this battle.

"Little girl, can't I leave yet? I'm really afraid of you."

Mu Xue said nothing, and his cold face was covered with a layer of frost. His right leg kicked at Zhao Tiezhu's third leg, powerful enough to split a hard stone.

Zhao Tiezhu was shocked, slapped his hand on his snowy leg, then took two quick steps on his hind leg, and sweat...