In the still burning rubble, there were dead or dying people everywhere, broken limbs floating around, but there weren't many groans and pain---
Gongsun Zan didn't think much about it, he was just a dead horse working as a living horse doctor, as long as someone was willing, he waved his hand.
Last is the bookish district chief of Beihai, Kong Rong, it is said that this guy is a direct descendant of Confucius, and he seems arrogant...
After transforming, Hua Xiong decisively abandoned the trembling war horse under his crotch, used the back of his knife to hit the ground with one hand, and at the same time his big foot shook, the ground cracked, and kicked immediately. collapsed, rubble fell to the ground. Different sizes separate from the ground, according to the splashing force, splashing upwards.
"Humph, I said it wrong again. In their Chinese language, this shouldn't be called bad cultivation, it should be called Lam Tinh, that's right Lam Tinh! Ha ha ha ha!"
I am Hoa Hung! Hua Xiong shouted fiercely, pressing down every ounce of strength within him, his whole body engulfed in a sea of fire, and the flame blade that was originally uncondensed in the void also began to gradually condense at this moment.
The gun in his hand was incredibly powerful. Although it was majestic, his heart was filled with fear and he didn't dare to rely on it at all.
Pausing for a moment, he continued: "For our army, the most important thing is to win people's hearts. If the eighteen princes join forces, they can definitely destroy Luoyang! Like So, Yuan Shao and Yuan Shao still have a gap." Vien Thuat, cooperation is not easy!"