Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

"Hahaha!"

Liu Yunsang laughed loudly: "Jiyue Fanxiang, you are really smart! However, this person is also your disciple after all, so you beat him to death like this, aren't you afraid that your subordinates will be chilled?"

It turned out that his poison was rotting corpse poison, extremely overbearing.

Even if you use a weapon to push it away, the corpse poison will pass along the weapon to the palm of your hand.

It can only be done with the palm of the hand. [

Gong Yanmo's expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "Young Lord Lin, the man you caught just now was already dead. It was you who killed him, not me..."

Liu Yunsang sneered: "Okay, then pick up a few more!"

Leaped into Hongyan's team again.

His figure is as fast as lightning, and no one else can avoid it at all.

What's more, there are already too many people here, and they can't run fast.

Amidst Liu Yunsang's loud laughter, he grasped with both hands.

Hurrah, the wind was loud, and seven or eight members of the Hongyanmen were thrown over by him like a cannonball!

Gong Yanmo's expression changed.

He Fengjian Yueli repeatedly threw out his palms, and sent those poisonous corpses flying back with his splitting palms.

In an instant, there were eight or nine corpses on the ground.

Gong Yanmo let out a long whistle, as if sending some kind of signal.

Kazama Yueli stepped back.

The disciples of the Five Flames Sect suddenly squatted down together, and the Imperial Forest Army behind them fired all their arrows at Liu Yunsang.

It enveloped him overwhelmingly.

Liu Yunsang laughed.

Just waving his sleeves, the arrows scattered in all directions.

He lost his aim more than ten feet away and landed crookedly on the ground.

He was about to charge into the crowd again.

Gong Yanmo suddenly whistled. [

The disciples of the Five Flames Sect circled around outside the circle.

The five kinds of crossbows were fired at once, like colorful waves, rolling towards Liu Yunsang!

"Master!"

Meng Hongchao's face changed.

In this world, how many people can resist the stretching crossbow?

Not to mention hundreds of different divine crossbows?