Cui Yongguo was shocked, "No! You all back down."

He found that the power of this martial art was more terrifying than he thought. If he was still idiot, he would definitely be injured.

The beam shot straight down instantly.

Chen Fan took a deep breath, steadily stole the horse, and raised the black gold ancient sword in his hand.

Thumbs flick.

There was a "click" sound.

"boom!"

The huge beam of light flooded Chen Fan.

Various elements shine on everyone's eyes.

"Damn!"

"Damn it!!"

"This Chinese warrior is really bad! This competition is obviously destructive."

All Chinese people do this, and they will do their best if they disagree.

Just having fun with people from other countries?
Chapter completed!