The interaction of the two people's strength made them not have the energy to be distracted. After Guo Xihao's words were said, Qin Yu stopped. For a moment, he saw that Guo Xihao was just a hand supporting the whole strength of the blade.

"you?"

looking at Guo Xihao's spare hand, a kind of inexplicable fear rises from his heart.

"go to hell!"

the other hand turned into a fist, and Nuo Da's fist firmly hit Qin Yu with a gust of strong wind. Qin Yu's blood gushed out when the fist went down.

the severe pain made Qin Yu lie on the ground for a moment.

force his pain...