C152 The god-killing blood buddha

When I flashed in front of Zhao Aotian and was about to punch his head, a black shadow suddenly flashed before my eyes and slapped my shoulder. I actually floated up, flipped a few rounds in the air, and when the spearhead slid down to the ground, it created many silver sparks at the same time.

When Shangguan Yunting saw The mysterious man in black, a look of surprise flashed past his eyes