Flames were flying all over the sky, and when the knife was struck, the flames could be seen in mid-air.
After all, Zhou Long is also a strong person in the Transformation Realm, and his strength seems to be a bit higher than Li Jiu's.
In addition, what he learned is ancient martial arts, so his power is naturally powerful.
The flames were like an angry dragon, attacking instantly, which was extremely terrifying.
But Luo Chen frowned.
If this blow lands, those behind him who haven't had time to run will probably suffer the same fate.
So Luo Chen didn't have the intention to test anymore, but sighed, and then suddenly punched out.
A simple punch, very neutral and peaceful, without any fancy.
But this punch instantly landed on Zhou Long's chest.
Zhou Long felt as if he had fallen from a height of tens of thousands of meters and hit the ground.
His body-protecting Qi burst, his whole back protruded, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he flew backwards.
His eyes kept getting dark, but he still raised his head with difficulty and looked at Luo Chen in horror.
"Are you really a Martial Saint?"
Chapter completed!