It looked like a fight to the death, but in reality, he weakened his own power once again.
What if, in this full-force battle and countershock, I accidentally kill this guy?
Rumble...
The two clashed together.
The sword light shot in all directions, like a bomb exploding, scattering above and below.
In that instant, they exchanged countless strikes.
Finally, two muffled groans sounded!
One of them was fake.
The other one was also fake.
Both staggered back simultaneously.
They retreated seven or eight zhang each!
Breathing heavily, Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che with a surprised expression, "Good blade! Twenty-six moves!"
Fang Che was in tatters, blood trickling slowly from many places, but he didn't care and laughed wildly while gasping, "How about it!? Was that cut strong enough!?"
He adopted an arrogant posture.
"Not bad, but unfortunately, you have only that one cut!"
Sun Wutian said.
"Hahaha... Old bastard, just you wait! My ultimate move, you can't even imagine!"
