The golden light was as straight as cutting tofu, sweeping across the middle-aged man's arms. It wasn't until the broken arm fell to the ground that a fountain-like blood arrow burst out. Not to mention the middle-aged men, even Xiao Wuzi and the younger brothers from the Brotherhood were really shocked by this scene.
The deathly silence lasted for a moment, and the middle-aged man's miserable cry finally sounded. Monks are not immortals. Even if their arms are cut off, they will not grow back. How could the middle-aged man have imagined that in the blink of an eye, he would be disabled
"Dong...Brother Dong..." Little Wuzi never expected that Qin Dong had such high magical powers. Even though this scene had really happened, he still looked like he couldn't believe it, and his expression was full of astonishment.
Qin Dong came over, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, people like this deserve to die!"
Xiao Wuzi nodded blankly, his mind still in a trance, and he was afraid it would take some time to calm down. [
"You... who are you?" The middle-aged man just realized that Qin Dong was not as easy to bully as he seemed on the surface, and asked in pain.
"This is not worthy of asking!" Qin Dong snorted coldly and walked towards him.
The middle-aged man was angry and resentful. When his head was hot, he didn't care about it anymore. He let out a sharp roar and kicked. This middle-aged man was really fierce. He kicked hard, like a violent storm, condensing the shadows of his legs in mid-air, like walls, filled with extremely malicious spiritual power, and rushed towards Qin Dong. .
"Since you think your leg is in the way, I'll cut it off for you!" Qin Dong shouted coldly, and with a casual grab with his right hand, he grabbed the middle leg from the indistinguishable shadow of the leg. Young man's right ankle.
"Don't..." The middle-aged man only had time to shout, and Qin Dong pulled suddenly, with a huge force. The middle-aged man's entire leg was torn off by Qin Dong's pull. Come down.
"Ah!!!" The air was filled with the screams of middle-aged men, which made Xiao Wuzi and others stunned. They looked at each other, and the hairs all over their bodies stood up in fear.
The middle-aged man was unable to stand and fell to the ground. Qin Dong stepped forward and stepped on his chest, making him unable to breathe. The middle-aged man's pitiful roar suddenly stopped. There was no way to relieve the severe pain, and the middle-aged man's eyes almost jumped out of their sockets on the spot.
"Where did Ma Yong hide my mother and my brother Qian Fei? Is it in Ma's house?" Qin Dong gently raised his foot to make the middle-aged man feel better and answer his question.
The middle-aged man gasped a few times, then glared at Qin Dong with a look full of resentment, gritted his teeth and said, "No matter who you are, you will definitely not end well, definitely not!"
"Wrong answer!" Qin Dong roared angrily and exerted force on his feet. He only heard a few crunching sounds, and he didn't know how many of the middle-aged man's ribs were broken.
"I don't know! I won't tell you until I die!" The middle-aged man was cruel enough and refused to spit out his words until now.
Qin Dong raised his eyebrows and had no hope for him. He exerted force on his legs and one foot suddenly sank five or six points! The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood, and all the internal organs in his body turned into flesh at Qin Dong's feet.
"Dong... Brother Dong, he... is he dead?" After a while, Xiao Wuzi came forward tremblingly, looking at Qin Dong with eyes filled with awe.