Ning Tao turned on his clairvoyance and watched Sikong Xin's fighting mode closely, thinking about how to deal with it. The two of them were basically equally matched in strength. Unless one of them had a stronger trump card, the situation could be reversed.

"Roar ah ah ah..."

With a turn, Mo Li slashed down with his black knife, but suddenly he noticed something was wrong.

A hint of evil appeared at the corner of Sikong Xin's mouth, and the power of one fist surged. In a trance, a phantom appeared, but it was short-lived and the power surged out crazily.

"Broken~"

He punched out and hit Mo Xian in the chest.

"Pfft..."

Mo Xian's pupils shrank, he opened his mouth and vomited blood, and flew backwards with a "wow" sound. Sikong Xin took the opportunity to madly suppress it.

Finally, under the astonishment of everyone, Mo Xian was knocked off the ring by a punch, vomiting blood.

Sikong Shou suddenly stood up and stared at Sikong Xin's fist. Did he see it wrong just now? How is it possible? How could he do that move?
Chapter completed!