"Bang!"

Zhang Erbiao was hit hard on his back, his spine exploded, and he died suddenly on the spot.

Li Qinghe kicked Zhang Erbiao's body ten meters away, which was in the middle of the road, just like kicking a can.

"waste!"

"It's all waste!"

Wang Changtian's eyes were so angry that he was both angry and distressed.

He has a lot of dangerous levels under his command, but there are only three high-risk figures.

These three high-risk figures are all confidants and have worked hard to cultivate them. As a result, they faced Li Qinghe and broke the other one after another.

Wang Changtian looked at Li Qinghe with a vicious look on his face: "You and Erbiao are both high-risk figures. If you have a short distance of strength, you will kill Erbiao with one blow. It seems that there are some tricks."

Li Qinghe said calmly: "I can kill him, but I can kill you."

"Hahaha." Wang Changtian laughed with his head held high.

After the laughter subsided, he slowly raised the bronze sword in his right hand and pointed the tip of the sword directly into Li Qinghe:

"I don't know if you should say that you are arrogant or that you are whimsical.

The high-risk level can be arbitrarily hit by two thousand kilograms of strength, and the fatal master can be a punch and one kick and one kick and a huge force.

To the fatal master, you are just an ant.
Chapter completed!