It is unimaginable that this blade... which is only the same size as other daggers, actually weighs seventy kilograms?!

This is simply.

What made him even more unbelievable... was the shape of the blade, which was extremely ferocious, with barbs all over it and countless bloody grooves emerging from it.

If he was stabbed by this knife, there would be no possibility of the wound healing.

"I...I can't dance it." Yuan Li said with a complicated face.

This knife weighed seventy kilograms. Without the strength of her two hands, she would not be able to hold it.

Let alone dancing it.

Chen Zongheng raised his right hand slightly.

‘Zheng.’ The Devil Crying Silver Blade was suddenly taken back from his hand.

"Watch out for the killing moves."

The next second, Chen Zongheng's figure suddenly flashed out!
Chapter completed!