C1457 A Friend with a Strong Blood

"Ah... It's also you..." At this moment, Zhang Feng was regretting his actions. If he had known about this earlier, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Right, it's all my fault... Now, you want to die..."

After saying that, Wu Yue waved the strange sword in his hand. In an instant, one of Zhang Feng's arms was detached from his body and flew high into the air.

Ah...

No..