"Crash"

Under the bright moon, blood light soared into the sky. The flying blood seemed so confused in Shen Qiu's eyes, just like slow motion.

He saw something flying into the air in the blood light, passing a trajectory, and landing in front of him.

That was a hand.

A whole arm.

Perhaps Qiu Buping took action too quickly, and his blood-stained fingers were still twitching nervously.

Qingyang Demon Lord's left arm was removed from his body.

"You hurt my son, I should have killed you. For Zhang Moye's sake, I will destroy your body magic to serve as a punishment."

Qiu Buping took back his spear, turned around and walked a few steps without looking back, and said to Ai Dacha, who was kneeling in front of him, holding his broken arm and crying and screaming:

"Get out!"
Chapter completed!