Until the legs of the Iron Leg Sect Master were less than half a meter away from Xiao Chen's face.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen made a move.

A afterimage rose up.

The soles of the foot of the Iron Leg Sect leader.

"ah--!"

A shrill scream rang out.

The more than 200-pound body of the Iron Leg Sect leader was forced to go out like a kite with a broken string.

He fell under the ring and was kicked three or four meters away.

All the attacks originally planned by the Iron Leg Sect Sect Sect were declared to be unsuccessful.

Because he couldn't even get close to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen held his feet, put his hands behind him, then jumped off the arena and walked towards the leader of the Iron Legs Sect.

"Are you convinced?"

Xiao Chen stood half a meter in front of the Iron Leg Sect Master and asked coldly.

The leader of the Iron Leg Sect had a broken leg at this time, and it was difficult to stand up, but his eyes were still sinister and angry.

"I'm convinced--your---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The leader of the Iron Leg Sect suddenly raised his right hand, and a sleeve arrow was tied to his wrist, and a cold light shot out.

The distance was only half a meter, and he went straight to Xiao Chen's eyebrows.

At this moment, Zhang Qi's breathing almost stopped.

At that moment, he was afraid of being anxious. If Xiao Chen died, he might have been cut into pieces.

However, in the flash, Xiao Chen still stretched out his hand.

What kind of hand is that?

White and slender, not like the hands of a warrior at all.

More like the hands of an exquisite craftsman.

Hands used to carve over rice grains.

It was this hand that easily clamped the flying sleeve arrow at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Chapter completed!