All the bullets were splashing towards Wen Zilong.

However, Wen Zilong continued to fly away as if he didn't see it.

The flamethrower also ejected a stream of flames.

However, when these flames squirted on Wen Zilong, at most they would burn a few of his feathers.

It has no effect on him at all.

Wen Zilong, with so many machine cannons, rifles, pistols and flamethrowers, landed in front of the two injured Holy Sons.

"What are you...what are you going to do?"

"We are the Holy Sons of the Holy Light Legion. If you dare to touch us... the Holy Light Legion will definitely not let you go..."

Wen Zilong sneered: "I'm the one who killed the Holy Light Legion."

Chichi--

He scratched his paw twice.

The heads of the two injured sons immediately rolled to the ground.

With three thousand people's bullets, machine cannon bullets, and rocket ejectors, flying directly over and taking off your Holy Son's head.

Among the troops, take the general's head.

What kind of temperament is this?

This is the temperament that only people like Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun and Guan Yu possess.

What is toughness?

This is fucking tough!

This scene made the saints of the Holy Light Legion take a breath.

Too tough!

This is really too tough!

The only lucky son left, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was trembling.

This guy's goal is the Holy Son.

Then, his final goal must be himself.

Thinking of this, the lucky son's legs couldn't help but tremble.

500 meters away, Wen Yuqi was surprised when he saw this scene.

This guy, Mosquito, is so vulgar and rude on weekdays.

If you have anything, you can get cannon fodder first.

He escaped first if there is any danger.

Why are you so tough today?
Chapter completed!