C689 One sword of light and cold light in nineteen prefectures

Hearing this voice, Cheng Fei also turned his head, only to see that Jun Le was barely blocking the fatty's attack. It was obvious that he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

"Hmph."

Cheng Fei coldly snorted, a gold light flashed on his finger, and he threw it towards the fatty.

"This is bad!"

The fatty who was ferociously attacking Jun Le also felt his hair stand on end when he saw this