活着张艺谋

It was too late, but it was so fast. Just when Sima Shaozhen's fist energy and bloody arc were about to hit Yang Ji, there was a flash of light. Before Sima Shaozhen could react, he felt his eyes darken, and a huge palm suddenly It stood up like a mountain and opened suddenly, blocking all of Sima Shaozhen's Po Gang Fist power, including the sharp arc light....