Zhou Leng moved forward, strike after strike.
The tenth celestial explosion erupted, and the ten suns suddenly blazed, radiating an aura that burned away all evil.
Boom boom boom...
Song Juesi neither counterattacked nor let go, but suddenly stepped on the ground, his body flying backward.
At the same time, he struck continuously, a series of white clouds flew out, blocking the celestial radiance that filled the sky.
"Stop!"
Both stopped simultaneously.
Behind Zhou Leng, a series of mushroom clouds lined up.
Song Juesi wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled, "Old arms and legs, can't withstand your torment."
"Don't blame me, Elder Song. Besides direct assault, I have no assurance of defeating you," Zhou Leng said.
Song Juesi smiled, "I may be old, but my eyes are sharp. In a short time, you cannot deal with my divine techniques body, but over a longer period, you have too many methods. Your East Wind Fist..."
He looked at Zhou Leng intently.
