Wine madman, Wuzui the Drunkless!

The huge black air palm is pressed, Qin Feng has no time to look carefully for the way to run!

If there is no accident, under this palm, he must be killed as a "cockroach", there is no second possibility!

Am I die here...?! And end up like this? !

My way, is it over? !

Qin Feng is not willing! !

At this time, there was a leisurely sound in his ear.

"Kid, is it very urgent? Promise the old man one thing, the old man saves your life, this transaction is cost-effective, deal? "

Who? ! How is this sound a little familiar!

However, it is not allowed Qin Feng to think about who is giving the voice.

"deal!"

There is a roar!

Almost at the same moment, a long laugh sounded, and from the sky, a sword that cuts through the night fell!

The black hand that is about to be pressed, without the slightest resistance in this sword light, directly annihilated and dissipated.