On the ordinary machete, there are stabbing cold light, dozens of blade overlapped and cut out. Zhong Baidao lifts his blade to cut off each other, but he feels that his hands weigh ten thousand jin. When the blade hits, Zhong Baidao can't resist it. He only feels that his heart is in great pain and spits blood and flies backwards.

Chu Nan asked plainly, "you have also failed."

Zhong Baidao falls on the ground and is surrounded by the dust fog. His heart is full of bitterness? I failed? How can I lose? I can't disgrace the prestige of HUBEN Army... " Zhong Baidao still didn't believe that he...