Lin Qing, who is believed to be under the siege of the four masters and cannot stand up to ten moves, killed all of Guangming's left envoy Yang Xiao, Guangming's right envoy Fan Yao, White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, Purple-coat Dragon King Daiqisi with unquestionable strength, cruel and ruthless iron fist, and lightning-fast wrists!

The Ming Cult had just revealed a trace of revival, but was completely extinguished again.

Lin Qing stood at the right position and hooked his hand towards Zhang Wuji on the opposite side, indicating that you could come down and die.

Zhang Wuji's veins bulged, but they were pulled by Zhao Min.

"I have 12 Mongolian masters, so I can definitely kill this person!" Zhao Min gritted her teeth, and a layer of murderous aura faintly floated on her beautiful face.

She would never tolerate this, Lin Qing provoked her majesty.

Although he had differences with Zhang Wuji on many issues, and although Song Qingshu was beyond her expectations five times and slapped her in the face, Zhao Min still believed that his wisdom would eventually defeat this person!

"Ada, A Er, A San, and others, come together! Kill! No mercy!" She turned around and ordered the Mongolian masters behind her.

Ada, A Er, A San, Vajra Bald Monk, Red-clothed Phoenix Hau Wen Ce, Korean ronin Jin Feng Jin Jin, Mongolian warrior Hao Erdu, Miaojiang stick king Meng Mengmeng, Hard Kung Namo, Japanese female dead man Jiulong Zhenyi, the wine monk came east and rushed towards Lin Qing.

Lin Qing's mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled indifferently, "Xiong Da? Xiong Er? Xiong San? It's indeed a good name. Dongfang Bai, you guys, don't do it with the Eight-armed Divine Sword of the Beggars' Sect, but they insist on being Mongolian lackeys and hawks. It's a pity. Since that's the case, you will kill them all in the hands of me, Song Qingshu!"

He jumped upward and looked down on these powerful men from all sides of the Mongolian Empire in mid-air.
Chapter completed!