บท 278: Tricky

A burning hot blade light flashed through, cutting the dragon-shaped Qi into half.

Yan Chihuo flew in along the cracks, throwing eight blade attacks at Tuo Baku. Those eight blade light had no pattern to help predict them. They were like eight wild horses running towards eight different destinations that no one could really predict.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Tuo Baku avoided five blade lights, but the remaining three were unavoidable for him anymore. So he had to take them head on. He roared, and as his body backed out, he threw out an uppercut punch towards Yan Chihuo in the air.