"call--"

Lin Cang breathed a sigh of relief. He had already put out all his strength in the palm just now, and said to himself: "This kid is really hard to deal with. Why is he so familiar with the eighteen styles of Divine Power? It's just like he has learned it."

But at this moment—

Zhou Heng suddenly raised his left hand, and his five fingers arrived, waving his sword, rushing forward with lightning speed, and instantly stopped beside Lin Cang's neck.

The eighteen styles of divine power!

The god swung his sword!

Zhou Heng!

Win!

Lin Cang looked shocked.

Yu He and other martial arts apprentices were even more stunned!

The hall of the martial arts hall was full of silence!

The needle can be heard!

At the same time, Zhou Heng heard a prompt.

"Congratulations! Defeat the evenly matched opponent Lin Cang, lucky bag [Silver] + 1."
Chapter completed!