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The first thousand two hundred and four chapters(2/2)

The next second, he raised his right hand and punched three times at the black sword.

"Bang bang bang!"

These three punches hit Dugu Shang's black sword one after another.

The black sword shadow in the sky stagnated for a moment, then quickly exploded.

Dugu Shang's expression changed slightly, as if he couldn't bear the terrifying force and flew backwards.

After three punches, Dugu Shang retreated.

The playing cards in Dong Qianli's hand were swishing and flying.

Old K's body jumped up and his hands flew out with another series of heavy punches.

"Dang, dang, dang -" Old K knocked away all the seven playing cards that came flying towards him.

But every time he blocked a blow, the gloves on his fists cracked and cracked.

"Bang -" As the last playing card was knocked away, the glove of Old K's fist shattered into pieces.

However, Old K also got close to Dong Qianli and kicked him in the abdomen where he was defending with both hands.

With a loud noise, Dong Qianli slipped out more than ten meters, his face turned red, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Bang, bang, bang -" Without giving Old K a chance to stop, the two deaf-mute old men attacked from both sides.

A series of fists poured down like rain.

Lao K roared and waved his fist, directly engaging in a head-on collision.

Lao K unleashed all his strength tonight and punched eighteen times in one go.

After eighteen punches, the two deaf-mute old men pushed out more than ten meters, while old K moved forward, closing the distance with Ye Fan.

"Bang——" As Old K punched hard with his fists, the deaf-mute old man who was resisting shook his body and was dragged eight meters away.

The ground they stepped on cracked, as terrifying as a spider web.

It can be seen how amazing the strength endured by the deaf-mute couple.

"watch out!"

Before Lao K could swoop forward, Ye Fan raised his right hand and a red light shot through.

Old K's conditional reflex was to roll sideways to avoid it.

Just seeing that there was no damage on the ground made his face even more furious.

Ye Fan ignored it and shot out a few more red lights.

Old K, who was always cautious, subconsciously avoided him again and again.

But seeing that these red lights were still harmless, Old K was really mad.

What's really wrong with me?

Are you as scared as a monkey by a laser pointer?

This is too humiliating.

He clenched his fist and rushed towards Mark: "Death!"

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan raised his left hand, and a ray of light flashed away.
Chapter completed!
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