The sword god also coughed and blew out a mouthful of blood: "Shishou Chen Zhan, we can share a lot."

Chen Qiye waved his hand gently to stop him, and the voice resounded throughout the audience:

"You have just finished the fierce battle and it takes some time to buffer, otherwise you will completely damage and lose your combat effectiveness."

"I'll do this for this."

"I have killed thousands of troops and are more than enough to deal with the top ten iron wood masters."

Chen Qiye turned around and looked at the ten enemies and said lightly: "Let's take action."

Tiemu Wuyue turned his head.

Ten ironwood masters immediately shook their wrists.

The sword light was like a skill, shooting towards Chen Qiye's eyes.

"Swoosh!"

At this moment, Chen Qiye Yihan's eyes looked.

There was no emotion in those eyes, nor was it stimulated by the sword light, only indifference and killing.

Chen Qiye reached out and held the spear.

Just the moment he held his fingers with the cold gun body.

The black clothes on his body shook slightly, and countless drizzles that fell were bounced into tiny gouache.

Many people present could not help but shock: What a domineering momentum.

When Chen Qiye raised the long-lost black spear, he seemed to have become another person.

The cold raindrops seemed to feel something, shaking, tilting, and silently avoiding it, and no drop drifted in front of him.

Chen Qiye stood like a black-armored demon god, standing with a spear.

"kill!"

Ten ironwood masters rushed forward with all their might, but their pupils suddenly contracted when they approached three meters:

Chen Qiye took action!

The gun roared through the air!

Although Chen Qiye was only single and injured, the Tiemu master clearly felt that he was possessed by the King of Western Chu at this moment.

He is extremely proud, extremely calm, and his momentum is as surging as a flood.

"kill!"

The iron-wood master's eyelids twitched, and he roared, exploding all his fighting spirit.

Ten long swords roared down.

The sword lights are like ten flying dragons.

In their opinion, even if Chen Qiye cannot be killed, he will be seriously injured and vomited blood.

But they were all wrong.

Just one shot.

The cold wind and rain stagnate.

The air current on the platform sinks.

The dark and thick steel gun was like a demon dragon coming out of the abyss, sweeping off ten long swords with a sound.

Then he rushed towards the throat of the Tiemu Master.

Even though they broke the knife and retreated with all their might, even though they and Chen Qiye were three meters away.

But the momentum of that shot splits their spirits like a sharp blade.

With a pounce, the armor of ten people cracked.

"kill!"

Chen Qiye shot with a backhand.

Ten heads soared into the sky.

With one shot in hand, who can beat it?

"The Son-in-law of the Female President"
Chapter completed!