Zhang San glanced at the figure turning in the midst of the endless red sandstorm and coldly smiled.
"Why are you laughing?"
Before the words were finished, the figure charged towards Zhang San like a hurricane.
Zhang San immediately pulled out his Mo Blade from the Gluttonous Bag to withstand the fierce attack.
At this moment, while defending against the opponent's fierce attacks, Zhang San carefully observed the weapon in the opponent's hand.
It was a broken axe-halberd, with the lower half of the metal long rod already damaged, and even the axe-halberd had many notches.
Moreover, its overall shape was somewhat slender; although at first glance it looked like an axe-halberd, it actually resembled a long spear more.
And the opponent's attack style was open and grand, lacking the complexity and variation of many Martial Styles, relying solely on brute force to suppress ten gatherings.
"I'm laughing because you are lying, for you are definitely not Chi You!"
