chapter 290 condition

The cold voice was like the sentence of the god of death, and the evil blade cut down fiercely.

Blood spurted out, dyeing the sky red, and a huge head was thrown into the air.

Wu Zheng's body did not die for a while and continued to retreat.

He retreated to the edge of the ring, rolled off the stage with a thud, and his head fell from the air.

The battle is over!

The surroundings suddenly fell silent. No one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing...