The sword energy is rushing!

The air seemed to be cut open by this knife!

Shi Qingquan flashed and blocked Wang Han.

One knife!

Wang Han and Shi Qingquan flew backwards.

A tall samurai with a samurai sword in hand.

He came to Wang Han again.

Wang Han held the Qi bottle in his hand, his eyes looking crazy.

Shi Qingquan stood up.

Savored.

"Wang Han, don't do anything randomly, I'll do it! It's time to show your true strength! Hehe!"

Shimada Hisuo put his hands in his pockets, sarcastic, "Struggle to death!"

Shi Qingquan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Head lowered.

When Wang Han thought Shi Qingquan was going to make some big noise.

Unexpectedly, Shi Qingquan fell asleep while standing, and there was a snoring sound from his mouth.

Not to mention that Wang Han was stunned, Shimada Haisu and the tall samurai were a little confused.

The samurai sword fell on its head.

The rattle in Shi Qingquan's hand, who was snoring and grinding his teeth, shook, making a clanging sound, muttering like he was talking in his sleep.

"Qingquan, the 21st generation of witch master of the Dragon Pavilion, Qingquan!

I would like to invite the nine generations of witch gods to come!
Chapter completed!