"Did you escape?" Yi Feng sneered. His body method was driven to the extreme. The strength gathered by his fist burst into the body and hit the opponent's fist.

"touch..." A collision, the other side's figure was shaken to fly out, a stream of blood gushed out of the corner of the mouth, mercilessly hit the top of the palace, the original luxury palace, instantly collapsed.

another holy step saw his companion spit blood so easily. As soon as his face changed, his figure quickly flashed to his companion, held him up and asked him, "what's the matter?"

"strong strength!" Zhu Tian, the sage who spits blood, looks at Yifeng...