Just a few breaths, Yang Shuming has killed Zhang Xiaofan!
"Boy, let's die!"
Yang Shuming clenched his right fist like the shell whistling out of the gun bore, carrying Wan Jun's huge force, fiercely toward Zhang Xiaofan's heart.
I can see that the powerful and overbearing power of Zhenyuan is already overflowing with iron fist.
If the fist is really solid, even a huge granite stone weighing several tons will be turned into powder, let alone human flesh.
Under the strong wind, aido only felt that the pace of death was getting closer and closer to her, as if death would be forced in front of her next second.
But the next moment, an invisible but powerful force will be her whole person to firmly protect in the middle, the roaring of the terrible power of all isolated in the body, not a single touch of her.
Aido didn't close her eyes. She could see Yang Shuming's red right fist from top to bottom.
"Pooh, Pooh
In everyone's opinion, Yang Shuming said in the next second that Zhang Xiaofan was killed in a cloud of blood.
But the next moment, a light sound came. All the facial expressions are frozen in their respective faces at this time.
Blood spatter, like one after another demons, dazzling blood will bloom.
But the next moment, a shoulder length broken arm directly soared into the sky, flew away towards the distance, and hit the ground heavily.
Until now, Yang Shuming didn't seem to realize what happened in less than a second. He subconsciously looked down the place where the broken arm fell, and his eyes began to crack!
This arm
Why does this arm look familiar? How does it look more like its own arm
"Puchi --!"
A cavity of hot blood directly splashed out from Yang Shuming's right arm. It was like a scarlet fountain, and spread all over the ground under his feet. A broken arm broke away from the original owner's body and fell to the ground.
Yang Shuming's eyes were slightly stiff, and he always felt that the broken arm seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
But then, the next moment, a great pain, heart splitting pain, like the tide, came towards his four limbs and bones, and Yang Shuming couldn't help crying out at this time.
Until this time, he finally realized that the previous arm was not someone else's, it was his own
At the same time, the other three members of the seven aristocratic families in Qianzhou and the shennongtang group all stood there, their mouths open and shut, and they couldn't say a word for a long time.
Even as the golden elixir, Yang Tianqiong's face was also frightened. His face trembled for a long time, but he didn't know what to say.
A strong man with five Qi in the Yuan Dynasty, full of mind and full of energy, was taken over by a little boy of unknown origin.
Even, he tore off an arm for development?!
This... How is this possible!!!
As for Shao Wenqiang and aido, they were also completely shocked by the scene in front of them.
Zhang Xiaofan's domineering, Zhang Xiaofan's fierce, let the people present are all scared