At the same time, Ye Qingfeng released the flying sword, and in an instant, his flying sword disappeared without a trace.
"Daylight Slash!"
Ye Qingfeng's divine sense concentrated, he formed a magic formula with his hand, and suddenly shouted out loud.
"Kill!"
As Ye Qingfeng's voice fell, his flying sword reappeared in the air, like an illusion, it directly pierced through the armored tank.
Ye Qingfeng's flying sword had returned to his hand, but the armored tank remained intact, only the heavy machine gun on top had stopped.
"Why did it stop?"
The middle-aged martial artist immediately asked anxiously.
"Click, crack!"
After a brief silence, the armored tank surprisingly split apart with a loud crash, turning into two halves, and the two soldiers inside had long been reduced to dust.
This giant tank with dozens of centimeters of thick armor was actually cut in half!
So terrifying!
"Ah!"
