C394 Death!

"Die!"

The curved blade in Zhao Yang's hand, under the urging of his powerful Innate Qi, suddenly became a two meter long curved blade, directly thrusting towards Wang Fann's heart.

"It's just a small scimitar, it's just an insignificant skill!"

Just as Wang Fann finished speaking, the Ash Fire in his hand came out again, protecting his heart.

"What shameless boasting