Han Zhentian jumped five or six meters away like a tiger, and grabbed Xiao Zhan's head with his big hand.
"Xiao Zhan, be careful!!!"
Mu Ruxue screamed at the top of her lungs, her heart almost exploded!
Xiao Zhan acted like a three-year-old child in front of Han Zhentian. Han Zhentian just made a move and knocked Xiao Zhan away several meters away.
But now, Xiao Zhan stabbed Han Shaodong, and Han Zhentian was furious and attacked. If she was hit by Han Zhentian, she simply couldn't imagine what the consequences would be for Xiao Zhan.
Death is inevitable.
I'm so scared that I'll be shattered to pieces!
"You're dead! You're fucking dead!"
Han Shaodong said ferociously, his eyes full of malice.
Xiao Zhan squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "I will have to use you as my backing even if I die!"
After the words fell, Xiao Zhan twisted the broken knife.
"ah!!!"
Han Shaodong screamed heart-breakingly, feeling like his stomach and intestines had been broken, severe pain pouring into his soul, and he was in agony!
"Shu Zi! Come and accept your fate!"
Han Zhentian approached Xiao Zhan, shouted loudly, and dunked on Xiao Zhan's head with his big hand.
Mu Ruxue's heart burst with shock, her breathing stopped suddenly, and she closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at the bloody side.
"hehe!"
Faced with Han Zhentian's grasp, Xiao Zhan was not afraid, but smiled ferociously and lifted Han Shaodong violently.
Next second!
Han Zhentian's hand was on Han Shaodong's head.
Bang.
Blood immediately flowed out of Han Shaodong's seven orifices.
Fortunately, Han Zhentian stopped his hand in time and the power of this palm became smaller. Otherwise, Han Shaodong's head would definitely be blown away.
"Damn! You deserve to die!!!"
Han Zhentian was furious, grabbed Han Shaodong's shoulder, pulled hard, and threw Han Shaodong behind him.
Then, he slapped Xiao Zhan with his palm.
With this palm, Han Zhentian almost used all his strength, causing the air to be smacked by him, making a popcorn-like explosion.
So terrifying!
Faced with this palm strike, Xiao Zhan felt a terrifying death crisis sweep through his body, as if he could see the God of Death calling to him.
but!
He does not bow to fate.
His fists were clenched tightly together, making crackling sounds, and the veins on his face popped out, fighting fiercely against fate.
As he clenched his fist, the wrath of the god of war that disappeared from his body surged instantly, and the disappeared cultivation level also irrigated his body like a spring, causing his strength to gradually rise.
At this time, Han Zhentian's big hand was only twenty centimeters away from Xiao Zhan's head.
"This kid is dead. He will definitely be crushed under this palm."
Everyone watching the excitement thinks so.
Mu Ruxue, Mu Rufeng and Mu Anmin burst into tears.
The three of them still have feelings for Xiao Zhan, especially Mu Ruxue, who least wants to see Xiao Zhan die.
But...
She slumped on the ground helplessly, feeling as if she was dead.
"ah!!!"
At this moment, Xiao Zhan let out a long roar, took a step back, and punched Han Zhentian's palm hard.
"Pit an egg against a rock, don't overestimate your own capabilities!"
Han Zhentian snorted disdainfully, and with the force of his palm, he faced Xiao Zhan's fist.
Next second!
A punch and a palm, like two high-speed trains colliding together.
boom!
The sound was like thunder, deafening.
A circle of air waves, like the shock wave of a small atomic bomb, struck out.