C5052 A Dragon Horn as a Sword(part Ii)

The black sword curtain formed behind its back again and again, but it could not hurt it in any way. It could only show its helplessness in vain.

Lin Hao looked at the dragon horn in his palm with an expressionless face. His arm suddenly stopped moving for a moment, then he suddenly exerted force and pressed his wrist down.

With a clear cracking sound