C1257 The shackles of the strong body refinement cultivators

It was a perfect match.

A strong enemy.

"Haha, again!"

Chu Yun laughed out loud and threw out another punch.

The violent and unparalleled shockwave mixed with countless auras swept across the area like a gigantic hand.

Cong Yuankun stood proudly in the middle of the air, a fire burning in his eyes. Although he was injured extra, and even blood was flowing out of the corner of his mouth