Chapter 345: Honey, Are You Sick?

His gaze at that moment was like the blazing sun, like an eagle soaring, like a cheetah, sharply fixating on the wildly moving Mo Qingyun.

"Still too slow!"

After a "smack" sound, everything returned to calm.

Looking at the scene again.

Xiao Zheng held a fine steel war spear in his hand, while Mo Qingyun lay languishing on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, his hand clutching his left arm.

If one wasn't mistaken, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, clearly in pain.

The reason for the pain was that his left arm was severely fractured, and the ghastly white of bone could be seen.

"Bang"

Xiao Zheng threw the fine steel war spear on the ground and sneered relentlessly, "Mo Qingyun? Hmph, your skill is a complete mess."

"Uh..."

Mo Qingyun was speechless, his eyes misty, as if tears were twinkling, he finally understood what it meant to be utterly defeated.