fore he uld force out his laws.
he looked at the man in amazement, motionless. it's not that he doesn't move, he can't move.
the space around him was imprisoned by the martial arts, making it impossible for him to move.
"remember my name, nangong scar."
he raised his long gun and pierced him in the direction of surprise.
with a tick in the rner of his mouth, he looked at the marks in the south palace and began to laugh.
the nangong mark realized that it was not good, stopped its hand, and opened the distance from the thrilling words in the back.
he dared not be careless about the words of shock.
"do you know why your master asked you to deal with me?"
he looked at the marks of the south palace and **iled.
"huh?"
when asked by the words of shock, the marks of the south palace also showed a look of bewilderment.
indeed, the strength of the thrilling language is very strong, but yang jun still has his own temple of war martial arts, even if one can not win, two, three, can always capture the thrill.
"because