Let’s not talk about the value of the God-killing sniper rifle, do you know how rare God-killing 1 is?"

When Liang Bingqi heard Li Sandao's lion speak loudly, his chest was fluctuating and almost turned away.

You should know that in the original work, Liang Bing only distributed 50 God-killing No. 1 to his subordinates.

"Bichi! The God-killing Sniper Ring can give you one.

But God Slayer One, I will give you ten, so I can’t get more.”

Seeing Li Sandao's little white look, Liang Bing knew that this guy didn't know the value of God-Slaying No. 1, and couldn't help feeling angry and had nowhere to be released.

"wrong!

This guy knows so many secrets in the universe, how could he not know the value of God-Slaying One?"

Thinking of Li Sandao's past, Liang Bing suddenly looked upright and looked at Li Sandao with a little displeasure.

"Sister, you're thinking too much.

The Pangu civilization never needed God-killing Martial Arts, they were violently crushed against the enemy."

Seeing Liang Bing's unkind gaze, Li Sandao quickly figured out what the problem was and couldn't help but explain.

Liang Bing has never believed in Li Sandao's explanation.

But he could not read his secret information and did not want to completely turn against him, so Liang Bing could only trust him temporarily.

But one hundred god-killing bombs are simply impossible. That thing is really important to the demon who is about to start a war with the angels.

"Ten God-killing No. 1, a sniper rifle.

Don't let me know that you lied to me, otherwise I will definitely let you know how powerful I am."

After thinking for a while, Liang Bing finally bites to death by this number.
Chapter completed!