"Wu Hao from the heavenly realm!"

"It's quite easy to deal with!"

But if he could summon Zhao Xingqiao to help, why didn’t hello?

In addition to the exiled immortal in the martial arts world, Ma Qiangang is also a genius of soft rice. Isn’t this called Zhao Xingqiao? When will it be called?

Zhao Xingqiao did not hesitate, and set up a gun in his hand and fired three shots in a row.

The black-armored military general had an amazing sword technique. He actually cut off the true energy bullet with the first shot with a sword in his palm. But how could the Martial Saint-level true energy bullet be so easy to bear?

He vomited blood on the spot.

The black-armored general wanted to avoid the second shot and stop fighting hard, but Ma Qiangang made countless wind music in front of him and his sharpness was like a knife.

The black-armored general had no way to avoid it, so he could only bite the bullet and resist it with his sword again.

This time, he was not so lucky.

Zhao Xingqiao's second shot interrupted the sword in his hand.

This treasure sword is also a famous weapon in the heavenly world. The black-armored military generals have been passed down for a hundred years and have been around for three generations, but unexpectedly, they were broken on the battlefield in Gongyanshan.

Without the sword in his hand, the black-armored general could no longer withstand the second Martial Saint-level true energy bullet. He was shot in the chest with a shot, and half of his body was gone.

The black-armored general wanted to hold on, but Ma Qiangang had already floated to the ground. The heaven and earth had changed nine times in the wind, rain, thunder and lightning. He pressed his palm on the other party's head and shouted: "Leave a last word!"

The black-armored general raised his head blankly, grinned and sang: "No matter how high he is, he is as unrestrained as he is, he chases the sun every day..."

He opened his mouth and could no longer sing the next sentence. He fell to the ground, his head fell from his neck.

Ma Qiangang clapped his hands and shouted, "Go away!"

This time, no one dared to say anything again, and every student in the Leiyin Department was extremely obedient.

Everyone is genius, but there are always people who are more genius and have nothing to say.

Ma Qiangang walked to Zhao Xingqiao, retrieved his pneumatic gun, patted his own buddy, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about me."

"I've slaughtered three of this thing."

"Wu Hao from the heavenly realm!"
Chapter completed!