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Chapter 1577 is inseparable with sin(2/2)

"Kill her!"

Seeing a dozen of his companions being killed by Yuan Qingyi in the blink of an eye, a patrolman who came over after hearing the news started to spray him without saying a word.

He aimed at Yuan Qingyi's head and tried to pull the trigger.

At this moment, there was a loud bang on his back, he flew forward with his gun, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out from his mouth, and then he tilted his head and died.

His back collapsed completely.

Wu Jiuzhou didn't even look at him. He fired another thunderous kick from one side of his body.

Another enemy that rushed over screamed and fell over.

Half of his face was completely broken.

"kill!"

Then Wu Jiuzhou pressed with his right hand.

The six disciples of the Martial Alliance who followed over all raised their crossbows and fired.

"Swish, swish -" "Ah -" The three patrol cars rushing over the mountain road were shot into sieves.

All thirty enemies of Liyu Pavilion fell in a pool of blood, and none of them survived... Wu Jiuzhou asked someone to open the door.

The disciples of the Wu League swarmed in and quickly occupied the terrain.

"Kanto cooking?

good!"

Ye Fan, who walked slowly over, not only saw that the body was hot, but also the oden in the sentry box was hot.

No, I should say, it has just been cooked.

“Reciprocity is reciprocated!”

Ye Fan picked a bunch of radishes and bit them slowly, then gave an order to the disciples of the Wu League: "Send gifts!"

The disciples of Wumeng immediately opened the waterproof bag.

Inside the bag, there was a waterproof drone and a bunch of mines.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz - soon, three hundred drones roared and took off, rushing towards Yinxian Villa like locusts... "Boom, boom, boom -" Not long after, the buildings of Yinxian Villa heard explosions one after another.

.

Balls of flames and black smoke rose into the rain.

"Wu Jiuzhou!"

Ye Fan shouted: "All-out war!"

"yes!"

Wu Jiuzhou drew his sword and roared: "The martial alliance and evil are inseparable!"

Three hundred disciples then shouted: "Wumeng and evil are inseparable!"
Chapter completed!
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