Over time.

Mr. Snake was shocked because he found that no matter how sharp his sword was or how accurate his sword was, the other party could use the ordinary bamboo in his hand to resolve it cleverly. Moreover, the bamboo seemed to be sticky in his hand. As soon as his sharp sword touched it, he could not cut it at all!

"Just your swordsmanship is not enough to be called Fusang's number one swordsman, right?"

Jiang Hao sneered, as if he didn't want to continue playing with the other party anymore.

He held the bamboo hand and finally moved, swaying at Mr. Snake.

puff!

puff!

puff!

Ten consecutive loud noises!

Ten blood holes appeared on Mr. Snake's body, gurgling, and blood kept ripping.

Looking at the ten blood holes on his body, Mr. Snake stared at Jiang Hao with his eyes tightly: "One sword, you...you are the great master of swordsmanship!"
Chapter completed!