Ling Hao Qin Yuxin R

"Ah!" The next moment, the old man rolled on the ground, his eyes ferocious, and cold sweat dripping from his body.,Before his words could even finish, a bone-shattering sound erupted. The opponent's shoulder blade had been pulverized by Ling Hao's palm wind.,Just then, a sniper bullet whizzed past with the faintest whisper of wind.。