hui rush towards him in amazement, with a light cry.
lin hui that gun style, give him a kind of e
atic feeling, under the sword gas, lin hui's figure is inparably **art, only three or two efforts have e to his face.
in the blink of an eye, the tip of the gun had pierced his heart.
”what?”
not only lin hui, but also the four elders of the undercu
ent monk and wanjianzong looked at what was happening in front of them in shock.
the tip of the gun stopped a few inches in front of the phantom.
mirage zun reached out and grasped lin hui's long gun and looked at lin hui jokingly.
”it's a pity that you're a good shot.”
with a look of regret on his face, he held lin hui's long gun and threw lin hui out at once.
”no matter how good the shooting is, it is still not enough.”
he still looked at lin hui, who had been thrown out by him, and hurt by the air of his sword. some of the emba
assed elders of wanjianzong shook their heads.
”in the final ****ysis, it is just that you are not fighting for the blood feud of wanjianzong.”