Bab 692: Small Skills!

Miura Satoru flipped in the air and was about to land.

However, he suddenly realized that Yang Luo's figure had already approached at some point!

"You…"

Miura Satoru exclaimed in shock!

How could this kid be so fast? Could he be a ghost?

He had just been sent flying by him, but the latter had already caught up!

"Piss off!"

Yang Luo let out an explosive roar and slapped at Miura Satoru again!

It was already too late for Miura Satoru to set up his dual sabers to defend. He could only exert his Qi and condense a black and white True Qi barrier to block!

Bam!

With a loud sound!

The black and white True Qi barrier condensed by Miura Satoru was directly shattered by the slap!

After shattering the True Qi barrier, Yang Luo slapped on Miura Satoru's chest heavily!

"Ah…!"

Miura Satoru let out another tragic cry and was sent flying.