The world suddenly entered bright daylight, and the flashing white light even pierced people's eyes completely.

"Brother Three Thousand!" Xia Wei shouted anxiously.

Behind them, the eight people even forgot to resist the sky fire and the moon wheel that had already set off before, and looked closely at the very center of the explosion.

In the distance, the black-clothed army also stopped and looked up. The black-clothed special envoy slightly hovered in mid-air, and was also looking this way gently at this time.

Then, he lowered his head slowly, only to see that the ground was shaking and trembling slowly because of the explosive airflow in the air.

Such a bombardment, it can be said that it is not ferocious, under such firepower, how can there be any eggs left?

Satisfied, he raised his head and smiled.

At this time, Pei Shiyuan, who was in the center of the explosion, could barely open his eyes because of the white light of the explosion even though his fist collided with Han Sanqian, but he turned his head slightly. But full of passion.

Sure enough, in this confrontation, he did not lose, he was evenly matched with Han Sanqian.

But quite superficially, actually? Han Sanqian has been directly hit by his eight subordinates, what qualifications does he have to contend with him?

It was almost as he had expected, and then he only needed to use a little force, and this guy would fly upside down, and his prestige and popularity would reach their peak at that time.

Thinking of this, he smiled coldly, turned his head slowly, and looked at Han Sanqian, but as soon as he turned his head, Pei Shiyuan's smile froze on his face.

How... how could this happen?

At this time, Han Sanqian still had that extremely handsome face, without the slightest bit of discomfort as imagined, without the slightest bit of imaginary spitting blood, dying.

He just looked at himself indifferently, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, looking at himself as if looking at a corpse.

Isn't this the way you should look at him?

Damn it, what right does he have to look at himself like this?

Thinking of this, Pei Shiyuan felt an unknown fire burning in his heart. He looked at Han Sanqian coldly, and said in a cold voice: "What? What are you looking at? Are you unwilling?"

"Hehe, this is what happened to me."

After a few words, Han Sanqian didn't speak at all.

Unwilling, he said coldly: "Still pretending in front of me? Let's see how long you can pretend."

"Just now, I just used nine levels of strength to draw with you. Right now, I still have 10% strength." Speaking of this, a sneer twitched from the corner of his mouth.

"This strength may not be considered anything on weekdays, but you also know that in our evenly matched confrontation, let alone a single strength, even a light touch of a finger is the last blow to crush the camel. Grass."

Speaking of this, he laughed coldly and presumptuously.

He laughed wildly and exaggeratedly.

That's what he wants to do, that is, before defeating Han Sanqian, he wants to completely defeat the dignity and everything of this enemy. This is his usual style of doing things.

To win, you must win thoroughly!

He doesn't care about the weak who lose to him.

"It can be seen that you are very happy." Han Sanqian finally spoke at this time.

"Happy? It's not just happy, I'm even crazy." Pei Shiyuan said coldly, "Are you regretting it now? Regret that you didn't listen to my words and surrender obediently? At least you don't need to be like this now?" JrNovels.com