Figures darting around like shuttles!
Peril lurks everywhere!
The intertwining killing aura seemed to solidify the very air.
Ten meters!
Eight meters!
Five meters!
As Poison Spider's group moved closer to Zhang Fan, Jin Changkong's group flickered with suspicion in their eyes.
What's that kid planning?
Is he paralyzed with fear?
It shouldn't be. There's no sign of panic on his face.
However, just when Poison Spider's group was only two meters away, Zhang Fan slightly lifted his head!
He smirked and spit out the sunflower seed shell in his mouth!
In the next moment, Zhang Fan crouched slightly!
At the instant the blade came swinging at him, Zhang Fan shot up from the ground!
One could say that Zhang Fan almost glided past the incoming blade.
Witnessing this, even the group of Gang Qi experts on Jin Changkong's side were taken aback!
"This kid has unbelievable luck, doesn't he?"
