Otherwise he would be killed by the dog-slaughter.

"Thirt!"

It was just when the old man in black was about to touch his nine thousand-year-old fist.

A ray of white light shot out from his fist of nine thousand years without any warning.

It flashed away.

The light hits the eyebrows of the old man in black!

Danger!

"Sir, I'm so ugly!"

The old man in black suddenly exploded and he roared to avoid it.

It was just too late. The danger was fleeting, and he could only block his hands with his hands.

At the same time, my head tilted to the side.

"flutter!"

With a sharp sound, the old man in black stinged in his palm.

The ears also hurt.

He looked like crazy, roaring, pushing up regardless of the pain.

He hit Ye Fan in the fist.

The old man in black had a pain in his palm again, and he couldn't stop taking seven steps in a row.

The man in white was also flew out by the old man in black.

A shock wave hit him.

The man in white fell to Qingjiu with a bang like a kite with a broken string.

The clothes were broken, the mouth and nose were bleeding, and the armor also fell down.

The imitation mask on his face was also shaken away.

The whole person was left with a pair of red shorts and a red underwear.

Like a red boy.

Qingjiu looked at it in a daze and lost her voice: "Ye Fan?"
Chapter completed!