Xue Wang stood up straight again. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and looked at Xue Ren.
Not far away, Xue Ren's hair was a little messy, and his gray-white leather armor had cracks.
However, his aura was still powerful.
He looked at Xue Wang and said indifferently,
"You're no match for me. Are you still not going to give up?"
The green light in Xue Wang's eyes burned and a sinister smile flashed across his face.
"Who knows?"
At this moment, Lu Yuan stood up.
He stretched his body and clenched the heavy sword in his hand. His eyes were burning with anger as he looked at Xue Wang and grinned.
"Old xue, let me help you.
Xue Ren's pupils constricted in shock when he saw Lu Yuan standing up as if he was unscathed.
"You're alright? How could he recover so quickly from such a serious injury?"
Xue Wang was also taken aback. He was slightly surprised.
Then, he looked at Lu Yuan seriously."