Above the wound, there was also a black flame like a maggot, preventing the arm from healing.

"Can you deal with it now?

His strength is no longer ten."

Bai Zitong turned his head and looked at Ling Qingchen and asked softly.

"How about... let's try to cut one leg off?

It feels a little bit lingering?"

Ling Qingchen looked at Bai Zitong tentatively and asked.

Bai Zitong: “…”

"Swish."

A black light flashed by.

The dean in a gray robe only felt a chill under him.

When I looked down, one of the thighs that supported my body was cut off by Qigen.

The wounds are neat and there is no drag on the mud.

Dean of Gray Robe: "???"

I didn't say a word?

You cut off one of my hands and legs?

Please be a person!

"It's OK now?"

Bai Zitong looked at Ling Qingchen with some anger and asked.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

"It's OK, it's OK."

Ling Qingchen nodded quickly and said.

One hand is missing, which means that the opponent's attack methods will be greatly restricted.

There is no way to make a name for yourself.

And if you have one leg, it would be even better.

This means that the other party's movement will be much inconvenient, and there is no way to be elusive and win with its exquisite body skills.
Chapter completed!