Sometimes.
The success of something not only depended on one's own factors, but also on external factors.
Although the players were not afraid of death.
However, the difference in strength was obvious. It still could not stop Qin shujian's advance.
Kill!
The cold light of the thousand-Mountain Blood burst out, and the saber Light wreaked havoc like a chaotic blade.
Almost none of the players who were touched could escape unscathed.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of something tearing through the air could be heard.
Qin shujian's ears twitched. Thousand mountains blood suddenly spun and slashed out. It collided with the three bright glows.
"Bang!"
Sparks flew in all directions, and the bright light instantly disappeared.
Two silver Arrows flew out, and one of them was cut in half and fell to the ground.
"What a pity!"
Wang wenzheng muttered to himself. He once again had a clear understanding of Qin shujian's strength.
