Of course, there is one type that is the first kind, one that is the second kind, a kind where time is full of whispers, or tossing guns or knives, usually requiring an oath, with everyone using Ye Fengsheng's indifferent gaze, throwing things in their hands onto the ground.
From Ye Fengsheng to now, it seems like not even five minutes have passed. Among the bundles of these two martial arts masters, only over a hundred elites from major sects gathered, declaring a complete defeat.
"It's good for someone like you to die early."
After the cold words, Ye Fengsheng raised his hand, and a bullet enveloped in Spiritual Energy flew towards the brains of the seven bears at ten times the speed.
After the sharp sonic boom, only a loud bang was heard.
The wall behind Xiong Qi suddenly cracked open a large hole, followed by a bloody hole in Xiong Qi's forehead.
