The sword light flashed away.

"when!"

There was a harsh sound, and the general's movements suddenly froze.

He held the knife high, but his steps stopped moving and his body kept shaking.

Ye Zhendong's flying sword was still hanging low, as if it had never been raised, but there was a trace of thick blood on the tip of the sword that had just been wiped clean.

Ye Zhendong walked slowly past the general. When he passed by, he patted the general on the shoulder: "You are very good!"

Ye Zhendong glanced at him one more time: "I seem to have seen you somewhere before..." "Well -" Ganjiang wanted to open his mouth to respond, but his body shook and he fell to the ground with a thud. There was unwillingness, anger and aggrievedness in his eyes.

.

But there is also a touch of gratification in being recognized.

The King of Killers is the King of Killers. After more than twenty years of being inactive, he stood up again and is still the strongest man in this world.

He closed his eyes.

"Lord Go-getter!"

The seven killers roared angrily upon seeing this and rushed towards Ye Zhendong regardless.

After just a few sharp sounds, they fell into a pool of blood one by one.

"kill!"

Long Tianao drew his gun with his backhand and shouted: "When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win..." He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, and his finger that was about to pull the trigger stopped.

A flying sword was already pressed between his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!