C5742 It Cannot be Hurt in the Slightest

"Hmm?"

Zhang Xingyun's eyes flashed. His eyes reflected the image of the three hidden weapons.

The hidden weapon in the middle flapped its wings like a butterfly, and the last concealed weapon was like a rock that was thrown out of a waterfall.

The fastest flying figure was a silver-white in color. In the air, it was only an illusory image.

The speed was close to the speed of sound