He believed that with the magic gun in his hand, all the evil parties, monsters, monsters, monsters, and monsters could not escape his own slash!

As long as your spiritual power becomes stronger, God will not be afraid.

His eyebrows were coldly mobilizing the spiritual power in his body, and he was about to get familiar with this power and avenge his father.

The mysterious perception of spiritual energy and sword art is like a strong wind and wave, and the tsunami impacts his spiritual thoughts. In a new field, the power of spiritual power is diverse, colorful, and infinite possibilities. The chemical reactions produced by the master's sword arts make him enter the new world, stunned on the spot, and fall into an enlightenment.

At this moment, a sound came.

In the lobby on the first floor, there was a loud noise of smashing and smashing, and the sound of destroying wood was heard. Someone shouted loudly, "I beat my brother to death by the long spear martial arts hall, my brother died so miserably!"

"The people from the Long Gun Martial Arts Hall come out!"

"Give my brother my life!"

"Murder and pay for money!"

"Murder someone to pay for his life!"

"Supply the ashes of the murderer!"

Aunt Song's face changed. Before the mourning hall on the first floor was cleaned up, they came to smash it. They dared to find such an excuse to make trouble for the ashes of a murderer. It was really too bullying. Aunt Song's face turned red and angry.

"Xiaoxiao, stay here, I'll stop them!"
Chapter completed!