C319 Not an Opponent

Wu Tianba looked at Ye Yijian's soft and soft fist, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile.

Wu Tianba held the soft sword in his hand, and then, he pierced it towards Ye Yijian.

Ye Yijian didn't even have time to react, and directly thrusted at Ye Yijian's fist …

"Puchi …"

The flexible sword directly stabbed into Ye Yijian's fist, blood immediately spurting out