A Familiar Situation [II]

After a few rounds, Senior Brother Xu lost his patience, and slammed his hands together, a fist turned into a sand strip and wrapped around Fei Hong's long sword, and a punch lashed out and hit Fei Hong's face.

The gap in cultivation made it almost impossible for Fei Hong to avoid Senior Brother Xu's attack at such a close distance.

"Junior brother, don't blame me for being ruthless." Brother Xu saw that Fei Hong was injured, he sneered and was about to make a killing move, but he saw Fei Hong who was lying on the ground suddenly disappear in front of his eyes.

"Hmph, do you still want to repeat the old trick?."

As soon as Senior Brother Xu finished speaking, his eyes flashed and he saw Fei Hong rushing towards him. His brows were slightly wrinkled, but he didn't know what Fei Hong was going to do. Relying on his obvious advantages, his fists merged into a huge black earth fist and slammed into Fei Hong, who was rushing towards him.