"Enough!" Duo Lun shouted loudly.

He didn't want to bicker with this brat anymore.

This little bastard is young, but his verbal skills are superb.

If I continue talking nonsense with him, I'm afraid I'll be pissed to death!

So, after the shout fell, Duo Lun shot immediately.

The mad knife in his hand swept across.

The battle is about to start!

In the void, I saw Duo Lun holding a knife in both hands, criticizing Ye Fan angrily.

With vertical and horizontal strength, a river of swords with a length of 100 meters was brought up.

The silver knife's light was like cutting tofu with a knife, almost splitting this square of Tianhe in two.

"This is, Tian Luo Dao Jue!"

"Senior brother actually practiced Tian Luo Dao Jue?"

On the banks of the Ganges, the bald old man was taken aback.

The Tianluo Daojue is the supreme sword art engraved on the Buddha Mountain by the ancient strongmen of India.

But for hundreds of years, no one in India has been able to comprehend this sword art.

But now, the ancient sword art has reappeared in the world.

"Hahaha"

"I'm India's martial art, ZTE will come soon!"

The bald old man's laughter swept across.

But at the end of Tianhe, the long knife split the sky like lightning.

Towards where Ye Fan was, he threw it angrily.

Ye Fan didn't dodge, but stood proudly in the void, clasped his hands together.

"Um?"

"What does he want to do?"

"Could it be that Chu Tianfan wants to catch the sword with his bare hands?"

Seeing Ye Fan's movements, Hai Bu, the bald old man watching the battle, narrowed his eyes.

I was a little appalled.

"This idiot!"

"It's just courting death."

"My senior brother Duo Lun's mad knife, how can I catch it empty-handed?" JrNovels.com