Ding Yi looked at the newcomer with a calm expression. He didn't even sneer at him.
Almost at the moment when the other party's attack arrived in front of him.
He sneered and kicked out cleanly.
There was a soft crack.
The other party's calf had been kicked by him. It should have been broken.
The person fell out like a kite with a broken string.
"Third brother..."
"Third brother!"
"Who are you? We're from the Shang family!"
Shang family?
Ptui!
Ding Yi's figure flashed and rushed in front of a few people. In the blink of an eye, he had knocked all of them down!
Liu Yizhen, who was standing at the side with the intention of watching a joke, had an extremely ugly expression on his face. He looked at the few people who were lying on the ground.
Then he looked at Ding Yi.
Finally, his eyes flashed, and he left dejectedly.
This was a god of death.
