This shout shook the sky completely.

In the city, many people sitting around the banquet suddenly overturned the table.

One by one, they pulled out their blades.

"Never die!"

A loud shout rang out in the streets, and these people tied strips of cloth around their arms.

On the strip of cloth, there are dazzling bright red characters, Hades.

At the top of the mountain, the man, clenching the steel knife in his hand, looked at the brilliant starry sky.

"Master, if there really is hell, I don't want to see you in hell, the disciple will take the first step today. ”

"Master, the apprentice fell in love with the little junior sister, I don't know if you will agree, I am incompetent, I can't protect the little junior sister today, but I will never let the junior sister be defiled by others, I promise, on the Huangquan Road, I will never let anyone bully the little junior sister. ”

When the words fell, Mu Qinghao picked up his knife and left, today, he was going to fight to the death.

In the palace of the Little Yama King, many dead soldiers have already started a life-and-death struggle in the city.

At this time, near the two towers, the faces of those strong people changed.

Mu Qinghao, among the younger generation, is definitely worthy of the word genius.

But here, there are many geniuses of the older generation, and the geniuses of the older generation have grown up and become the hegemon of the party in the true sense.

How can Mu Qinghao's transformed sniper rifles and bullets cause real lethality on such occasions.

"I'll come. ”

Wu Jianqing, with a cold look in his eyes.

Today is the day of his wedding, and someone dares to make trouble, he knows who it is.

The hall master of the Little Yama Palace, Mu Qinghao, a kid who doesn't know the height of the sky.

If it weren't for Yao Pujia's intercession, Wu Jianqing would have killed Mu Qinghao early in the morning.

But Wu Jianqing had already made a decision, and after the marriage, Yao Pujia really became his own woman.

When the raw rice is cooked and the rice is ripe, Wu Jianqing will destroy the Little Yama Palace and destroy Mu Qinghao with his own hands.

Unexpectedly, Mu Qinghao did not choose to escape during this time, and even dared to come here to make trouble.

This is looking for death.

Wu Jian snorted coldly, had already drawn his sword, and slashed forward with a sword.

The cyan sword light directly met the flying bullet and killed.

Clang...... There was a crunch.

That bullet, under the light of the sword, was shattered in an instant, and became a fluttering piece of debris.

With a mocking look in his eyes, Wu Jianqing looked at Mu Qinghao who was stepping into the air.

"Accompany him in activities. ”

Wu Jianqing's words fell, and countless people on the outermost periphery pulled out their swords.

At this moment, some of the fragments formed by the bullets actually reached the front of the medicine pamper.

Suddenly, as if they were alive, a force was generated and the hijab was lifted.

Mu Qinghao, this shot was not a murder, he knew that he had no ability to snipe Wu Jianqing in this situation.

All he had to do was to uncover the red hijab for the medicine leaflet.

You have to do it yourself.

When the red hijab was flying, there was joy in Yao Pujia's eyes, and she knew that Mu Qinghao had succeeded.