C432 Competing Strength

"Boasting shamelessly!" Zhan Hu also stopped smiling. He heavily pressed the broadsword on his shoulder onto the ground, while the flesh on his face slightly trembled.

Mu Yun extended his arm and Tian Ming instantly gripped his hand. The gray sword light condensed and he took a step forward. In an instant, he was in front of Zhan Hu. He pointed his sword straight at Zhan Hu's chest