Three small swords worth about ten centimeters were thrown towards Wang Han's face.

The speed is extremely fast.

Wang Han raised the god evil and slashed it open.

He chased Xin Maoqiang with the evil spirit.

Xin Maoqiang picked up his arm that fell to the ground and ran into it desperately.

He shouted, "Protect me! Protect me!"

Seeing Wang Han getting closer and closer.

Xin Mao roared strongly, and his shout made the sound sound slash.

"Mr. Watanabe! Protect me!"

Wang Han held the evil spirit behind him and chased him reluctantly.

Xin Maoqiang rushed into a room and locked the door with his backhand.

Wang Han stood outside the door with a slutty smile, "littlepigs!littlepigs!ein!"

Xin Maoqiang retreated in fear.

Wang Han cut the door with a knife!

A perverted smile looked through the hole and frightened Xin Maoqiang inside.

“Hereisjohnny!”

Xin Maoqiang turned around and looked at Wang Han directly swearing.

"You're fucking poisonous!"

Wang Han immediately held the knife and slashed at the iron gate twice again.

"Hey! You dare to be stubborn! I will lift your skull today to let you know why the flowers are so red!"

When cutting the door with a knife.

A life-and-death crisis suddenly came!

The evil spirit in his hand was uncontrollably entangled with Wang Han, and the evil spirit was released to form a spherical passport.

A black shadow flashed in an instant.

Wang Han's body flew backwards like a broken thread!

The evil energy protective cover shattered in an instant!

Cough cough cough!

Wang Han lay on the ground!

A mouthful of blood choked out!

The internal organs are about to be spit out!

His face turned purple, and his uncontrollable mouth was gushing out blood.

His chin was dyed blood red on the spot.

His vision began to blur.

Wang Han wiped the blood, several broken ribs, and one arm was dislocated.

He stood up against the tree behind his back, his blood surging, his eyes turned red, and blood came out of his ears.

A handful of blood was applied to the back of his hand again.

Half of his face turned scarlet, and Wang Han coughed violently again.

Looking at the person who suddenly appeared.

He is tall and full of pieces.

He was holding a samurai sword in his hand.

Clothed on his eyes.

There are several needle holes on the neck.

It seems that it is an artificial expert who has been strengthened several times in a row.

Xin Maoqiang came out of the room and saw Wang Han's miserable situation and sneered.

"Damn it! Jump! Keep it! Take out your energy just now and be arrogant with me! Mr. Takeshita! Don't be soft-hearted! Try him two more tricks!"

The warrior pressed the hilt with his thumb and was about to slash again.

A strong wind suddenly blew!

An angry voice rolled in from a distance!
Chapter completed!