C567 Zhao Hong's Death(part I)

Zhao Hong's hair fluttered in the wind. His originally muddy eyes had become as sharp as the Symbol Sword.

Pah!!

Zhao Hong flew backwards and heavily crashed into a short mountain in the distance. He was almost swept into the grand formation by the rolling black fogs. His cephalo- felt dizzy and was dumbfounded. He covered his swollen face and looked at Qin Sheng