Bao Yuanwu lay weakly on the ground.

The mouth opens and closes, the last struggle of life.

He thought that using another person in charge could delay Wang Han's time, but he underestimated Wang Han's decisiveness. Wang Han saw so many people coming from the bottom of the mountain. Keeping Bao Yuanwu was leaving a helper for the opponent. He was ruthless.

He was so decisive that someone killed him. When Bao Yuanwu saw that reinforcements had arrived, he still failed! Bao Yuanwu opened and closed his mouth, and before he died, he still said that I was not convinced.

Yue Hongzhuo swung his spear.

All the blood on the gun body fell on the ground. With the tip of the gun, the Kanglong mace in Bao Yuanwu's hand flew up. Yue Hongzhuo walked to Wang Han in a strait, holding the Kanglong mace in both hands, "Lord Taoist! Give it to you!"

Wang Han received the weapons passed down by Qinglong Commander from all generations.

Unexpectedly, this thing was so heavy that Wang Han's arm fell down.

After weighing it, I found that there are seventy or eighty pounds of such a thing.

Not to mention the infusion of Qi body to kill people, even if you hit someone normally, you will lose half of your life.

Under the night.

The mountain is coming towards this side.

Wang Han brought hundreds of people from the world's nine paths and even the younger generation of Zhenlong Pavilion to wait for the enemy to arrive.

suddenly!

Wang Han's face changed, and he grabbed Yun Qingmeng and Pei Xinling and rolled on the spot.

Follow immediately.

The dense gunshots of dada came from below.

Wang Han cursed.
Chapter completed!