C863 Hot Blood

Cut with the knife.

Zhao Xin's eyes widened in anger. He raised the Poisonous Spirit high up and charged straight at Zhao Xin.

There were no fancy moves, but the simple attack contained thousands of hidden moves.

"Clang!"

The saber and spear collided. Sparks flew in all directions in the blink of an eye, and strength danced wildly. The dazzling exchange was as unstoppable as a wildfire