C781 Pride of Snow and Snow

Just as Zhou Hao's Heaven Cutting Blade was about to reach him, Zhao Tu suddenly raised his hand and swung it down.

He was fast, but his hand seemed to have never moved. He was slow, but his hand was like a red plum falling quietly. It was so quiet that it seemed like it had disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Hao stopped seven feet in front of Zhao Tu