Wei Yang turned his gaze towards Qin Country. Indeed, in the face of this war, many were watching; they were all upright and honorable.
On the Da Bo platform, Qin Country and Kang Jianfeng were only 100 meters apart.
"Short-haired son, with a broken sword..." Kang Jianfeng gripped a cold, bent sword and didn't take Qin Country's heart seriously at all: "Oh, watch how I play, I'll kill you."
Qin Guankang was just waiting for Jianfeng, only waiting for the battle to begin, not wanting to say more. At this moment, his eyes saw Fatty Wu dragging a crippled left side, walking step by step with difficulty, still bleeding.
"Wind Song, it is strong, attack me!"
Wu Bangzi shouted, watching Qin from afar.
This shout resounded in a few of the people who disliked the big country, yet of different types, yet isolated. However, Wu Fa did not.
