C685 Apocalyptic Fissure

"Secret Sect's Great Art of Silk Spinning?" Not far away, Gao Lianxi shouted with a frown on her face.

Wei Zhongxian had a smile that was not a smile on his face. Indeed, he had the appearance of a Buddha. He let out a heavy breath, completely unscathed.

Shen Jian Xin flipped in the air, and also regained her footing.

In fact, in just a short moment, they had already exchanged a few moves