"This guy is Wuzong!"
A martial arts master who was right next to the counter and witnessed the whole process changed his face drastically. He looked at Yang Ji with a look as if he was avoiding a snake or a scorpion, and backed away crazily.
He originally didn't care much about the fight between Yang Ji and the man in black. When others dispersed, he sneered, so he didn't retreat at all.
But after seeing this scene, he rolled and crawled and dared not get close.
He probably knew a little bit about the origin of the man in black. This guy was a seventh-level martial artist. Although his foundation was a little shallow and his fire was not deep, he had an orthodox martial arts body. He was invulnerable to weapons and bullets, and was invulnerable to water and fire. Moreover, the blood and energy in his body turned into sand, cutting
When it breaks and flows out, every particle is iron sand.
A strong man of this level would not be injured easily. The flying sword was not extremely powerful and extremely sharp, and could not even cut his skin, but when it held Yang Ji's hand, the whole palm burned.
White smoke also came out. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!