C627 Silly Zhong

Clang!

The crisp sound of metal clashing rose into the air, piercing one's eardrums.

Zhan Tianming's sword finger lightly touched the tip of the cross blade. However, the finger of flesh was like a divine weapon. Not only was it not pierced, but it also shattered the cross blade with a shocking power.

The blade fragments flew backwards.

Puchi Puchi...

Puchi..