一杆肉枪挑4母未删减版

Boom, the giant fist fell, a faint white light came out of the fist, and it hit Zhao Youhuai's monster body hard. There was a sound like a soldering iron burning flesh. Zhao Youhuai's demonic body was as strong as steel and could not even be harmed by flying swords. However, when faced with Yang Ji's iron fist which had the awe-inspiring aura of Confucian heaven and earth attached to it, it suddenly seemed as if it was made of iron....