Pull it open again and toss it again.

Another one.

Pull it open again and toss it again.

Lu Fang threw a total of three lemon grenades.

Grandmaster level expert!

Just this name can already cause great pressure on his heart.

Rely on your own cultivation and draw your sword?

Lu Fang never thought about it.

No matter how powerful you draw your sword, it is impossible to fill such a huge gap in cultivation.

Only thermal weapons are possible.

Type 64 didn't work.

And if the lemon grenade can't solve this Huo Yundi, then he really has no choice but to send himself here.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There were three shaking sounds in succession.

The sky was shaking and the earth was shaking in a trance.

Smoke rises along with blazing flames.

The horse under Lu Fang's crotch could not withstand such movement, and was so frightened that it suddenly knelt on the ground with its front hooves.

Lu Fang was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

This, however, just allowed him to "escape".

The place where the lemon grenade exploded was no more than forty meters away from him, and the huge air wave actually knocked the horses to the ground.

"Poof! Poof!"

Lu Fang raised his head and looked disgraced.

Dead?

His eyes were fixed on the smoke that had not yet dissipated.

The Grandmaster shouldn't be able to parry three lemon grenades, right?

On the other end, Su Liluo, who had just run out less than twenty meters away, was almost thrown off the horse by the frightened horse.

He finally managed to steady his body and looked back with a horrified look on his face.

The explosions just now made her heartbeat stop.

what happened?

Seeing the rising smoke and flames, this elite disciple of the Danxia Sword Sect was stunned.

In this life, she has seen master-level masters compete.

Even, he is not a grandmaster in the Juding realm.
Chapter completed!