Mysterious great formation

Face smacking!

Face smacking on the spot!

Just a second ago, Xu Fu was so proud of himself that he was going to annihilate Chen Xiaobei's team with one slash!

Xu Fu's face was contorted in anger. Chen Xiaobei had not even been hurt by his knife!

This face slap was simply too loud!

&Quot; despicable!!! &Quot;

Xu Fu gritted his teeth in anger, and his eyes were almost spitting fire. &Quot; "Chen Zhufeng! Don't be too pleased with yourself! There was still spiritual Qi in the nine luminaries hell cutting saber for another slash! And your 2000 battle formations can not be activated again! This Saber Strike! I don't believe that you can still hold on!"

Without a doubt, although Xu Fu had been slapped in the face, his confidence had not been crushed.

After all, he still had the nine luminaries hell cutting saber in his hands, and Xu Fu was sure that he was still in an invincible position.

"Heh, even if you strike again, I still have a way to block it!"