This kind of juncture hand-held dust appears, naturally is not empty!

At this time, he had a right hand, and five five five-leaf darts were lying quietly in the palm of his hand! uuuuuuuuuuuu

"This is Cui Song Mountain, not where you want to come and go!" Zhang Buqian drinks coldly.

It's just that a thread of blood is flowing out of his palm, down his wrist, all the way into his cuff.

The five-leaf dart that just came from the baht of gold still hurt him! uuuuuuuuuuuuu After all, Jintaibaht is one of the twelve guards in the temple of the sun. If his great tricks can be followed...