C678 Coming of the Finals

"Whiz!"

A white light flew out from under Feng Jiangliu's feet. It was Number Four's long sword!

The distance of dozens of meters was crossed in the blink of an eye. With a "pu" sound, Number Four's long sword pierced through the space between Number One's eyebrows!

Number One's life was in the hands of his own teammates, and he died in such a miserable manner