Chapter 820 secret arts

"death!" Zhao Ning seems to have been prepared for it. He shouts loudly, and the one with the fist set grabs it directly.

"Peng!" Gas explosion. The hard fist set collides directly with Xiao Ze's Dao awn. The whole space is naturally locked and oppressed. Everything in the space is illusory. And Zhaoning also spits a mouthful of blood and retreats tens of meters.

at the same time, in the locked space, Xiao Ze's figure finally appeared. The terrible lethality of Zhao Ning's fist was transmitted to his right arm through the chaotic aura. Only a crack of bone was heard, and Xiao Ze's right arm...