C1647 Not Yield

Mu Chen's mental energy covered a radius of dozens of kilometers and found no strangers.

In other words, this guy in front of him had come here alone.

So what if he was powerful?

Tian Zi's sword turned into a silver light and circled around the bald guy's back.

The angle of the sword strangely pierced his body.

The tough skin was like thick rubber tires, instantly deflecting Mu Chen's attack