C1715 There Is Not a Single Yardstick in the General's Court

"Woosh ~ ~ ~"

Yu Chengfeng stepped on the air, he was not afraid at all, his palm struck towards the incoming Dian Xiaoyu.

With the sharp battle spear in Dian Xiaoyu's hand, no one dared to doubt the sharpness of the spear, and Yu Chengfeng did not dare to receive it directly.

His wrist moved gently like a spirit serpent. In the instant of contact