Chapter 886

In a twinkling of an eye, the night passed.

"Flower Burial!"

In the quiet courtyard, two characters sounded softly. Tang Huan's bully gun was like a jumping spirit, dancing rapidly. The green flowers condensed from one flame filled the empty space of tens of meters in front of him instantly. Although this area was green, it seemed to be a Sunroe hell.

After the shooting, within tens of meters of square, all the vitality seems to have been buried by the countless green flowers.

"Flowers blossom, flowers fall, flowers bury, these three types of shooting, is indeed extraordinary power."

Tang Huan sighed and whispered softly, but when his...