"no-no… I don't want to die! "
"Dad, help me ... help me! "
"Ah!"
"No, no!!! "
"..."
The so-called "cliques" that belong to Qi Deng's branch are all destroyed by thunder. No matter how they scream, they are useless.
These people are called tragic.
However, they never thought about it. When they pointed their butcher's knife to the people of Linger, they screamed, but the screams of those people became their laughter.
Now, it's just screams and turns, and today it's their home!
For these people's sorrow, Qin Feng simply did not care.
His eyes fell on the rest of the more than 20 Jie Dan cultivators, these guys trembled at the moment, how did they all think, the foundation peak kid in front of them is unexpected can be strong to this point.
Previously, he used a stick actually put down more than a dozen Jie Dan cultivators directly...
Just a stick, a stick! All dead? !
