The tires of the Hellfire motorcycle were still spinning wildly, but Rogue stood still like a mountain, not moving at all.
The one who was resisting the Hellfire Motorcycle at this time was not Rogue, but the Beiliang Sword in his hand.
All he did was provide a fulcrum for Beiliang Dao.
"Who are you?"
After discovering that the Hellfire Motorcycle could not move forward at all, the Ghost Rider on the motorcycle finally spoke.
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