"Forcibly activate the God-Resistance Classic, the eighth level must be at least in the realm of heaven and man."

"Fan Qiukong must do this in this scene, otherwise Boritechi must kill him!"

The people around were completely shocked.

Fan Qiukong's completely desperate style of playing.

This time, Fan Qiukong no longer defends and attacks directly.

He drowned down as if holding a tornado in his hands.

But Boritechi's still-changing punch came.

"No!"

Although Fan Qiukong was unwilling to accept it, Boritechi's punch still tore his airflow and hit his chest.

"puff!"

Fan Qiukong flew backwards and hit the wall not far away.

Then he half-kneeled on the ground and never got up again.

And his chest was completely sunken, and his body was bowed into a shrimp-shaped shape.

Dead.

Fan Qiukong is dead.

Boritechina did not use airflow and killed a half-step celestial being with three punches.

Shocked.

The whole scene was shocked.

I was stunned on the spot.

"Shang Wenxing handed over the things to me, otherwise Fan Qiukong's fate would be yours."

Boritechi's eyes swept towards Shang Wenxing.

Shang Wenxing was frightened silly, his body was trembling slightly.

With Boritechi's current strength, even the whole audience will not be able to add up.

"Just a bunch of ants."

Boritechi sneered, his eyes were filled with indifference that despised all living beings.

The audience lost voices.

It was so quiet that the needle could be heard.

"You would never have thought that you would die here today."

At this moment, a sound suddenly came from the field.

"I'm going to die? Who's going to kill me?"

Boritechi roared in anger and swept his eyes towards the crowd.
Chapter completed!