All eyes involuntarily to the fly knife.
The cold wind that swept around the night seems to have come to a standstill at this moment.
"Hmmm …"
A white mark appeared in the public perception, with Wang Yue holding his breath at one end and Zhou Jia standing with a shield at the other.
Even Yao An didn’t find the flying knife hit.
Only a distance roar moment into the eardrum.
"Boom!"
The ground of Zhoujia Institute in Fiona Fang collapsed and cracked, and the smoke and dust rolled around, and the gas machine suddenly sank.
"Dead?"
"no!"
Several senior practitioners in the field looked back at Wang Yue at the same time.
"Luo … Luo …"
Wang Yue stood in the same place, rolling his throat and opening his mouth to speak, but he was speechless, but it was a flying knife that broke his heart.
Anti-shock?
He was killed by his own flying knife!
This is ridiculous to say, but no one in the field laughed because they knew very well how difficult it would be to do it.
There are so many people except Zhou Jia who are sure to do it.
"Together!"
Several people in the crowd looked at each other.
"surnamed Zhou, you know very well that since you met today, you will have a hard time!"
"Not bad!"
"Let’s do it together"
Drinking sounded from the crowd. In addition to Zheng and Hu Rui, more than ten people rushed out. Most of them were masters of the black iron realm.
One of them is the late period of black iron.
"Python and monk dust!"
"Sure enough, this fair-weather monk won’t let go of such an opportunity."
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