At the same time that the man's long sword dropped out of his hand and flew back in horror, the other three people in the room, including Dong Qianzhong, fired their shots.
Breaking the sky - sweeping the army.
The void was full of dense silhouettes of legs, even if he didn't even use 10% of his strength, how could he be able to fight against these warriors with his current combat power?
The colorful infuriating qi dissipated on the spot as if they were mere dust. Swords lights, and swords shadows turned into dust, including the guns in their hands, which were also smashed into scrap metal by giant force. The three of them slammed into the wall with a bang, a smear of blood spilled from the corners of their mouths. They all looked at Chen Han as if they had seen a ghost.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!