The scene is terrible!

At this moment, Su Nanshan was standing with a sword horizontally, and there was a lot of blood on his strong physical body that he had always boasted of.

And the extremely rapid breathing made everyone's eyelids twitch.

Ye Hao was able to repel a generation of God of War Su Nanshan with a single slap?

And also crippled his hands?

this this this

On the opposite side of Sunan Mountain, Ye Hao stood there casually, taking out a tissue to wipe his fingers when he had time.

This scene directly made Su Nanshan grit his teeth.

shame!

What a shame!

What kind of strength does this bastard have?

Could it be a generation of God of War! ?

But the problem is, even if this bastard Ye Hao is a generation of God of War, he wouldn't be so terrifying!

You know, he, Su Nanshan, has become a war god of a generation by relying on the outer sect!

Among all the gods of war, although his combat power is not the strongest, his defensive power is definitely the most amazing.

But now, even Ye Hao's slap couldn't stop him

It doesn't make sense!

It really doesn't make sense!

Could it be that Tianmen Village, a holy place of martial arts, is so unbearable?

Not even a junior?

Thinking of this, Su Nanshan was so angry that he raised his head to the sky and screamed, his heart was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of old blood!

This scene stunned the audience!

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, thunder rolling in everyone's mind.

Except for Qin Menghan's natural expression.

Zhao Yuyu, the so-called Southwest representative, is also good.

It doesn't matter if you are an island country master like Jiang Ningzi or Yamamoto.

Even for Su Donghao, Lu Hongzhen, Xiong Renjie, Lu Yu and the others, their eyelids twitched constantly, as if they had been cast with a body-holding technique, unable to react for a long time.

Everyone thought they were wrong!

Everyone thought they were dreaming!

After trembling for a while, the beautiful women slapped themselves hard one by one. JrNovels.com