Yuan Hong's pupils shrank suddenly at this time.

The sword shadow was the attack he had launched before, but why... was it caught by Zhou Yuan with his flesh palm at this time?

Didn't cut off his arm?

"How is that possible?!" A look of surprise flashed through Yuan Hong's eyes.

There were also vibrating uproars in the world.

Puff.

Zhou Yuan was covered in blood, his skin was blooming and his flesh was extremely miserable. He spit out a mouthful of blood and slowly raised his head. In the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a silver light slowly flowing, which seemed extremely mysterious.

"You fucking..."

He gasped, with a sound, slowly spitting out from the bloody teeth.

"Have you played enough?"

When the last low pronunciation of the word fell, a silver light surged in Zhou Yuan's bloody palm, and his palm suddenly clamped.

Click!

The moment his hand was grasping, it seemed that the space there was slightly distorted. Then, countless shocking eyes saw that the huge sword shadow of the source energy was actually accompanied by Zhou Yuan's palm...

Blasted!

"If you have enough fights..."

"Then it's time for me?"
Chapter completed!