At this moment, Zhou Yang raised his hands. One hand catches the knife, the other hand catches the fist. "Bang!" The real qi rippled, the two forces spread out, the hard stone platform collapsed by three inches, and everyone gasped in amazement. And Xue Wushu and Huang Shang just floated in the air, their hands and knives tightly held in Zhou Yang's hands. "You...&hel...

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