Han Jian and the others, who were about to continue attacking Ning Qi, stopped quickly, stared dumbfounded at the disappearing mountain in the distance, and then looked at Ning Qi, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes. Before that, Ning Qi has never confronted them head-on, but relying on his unpredictable body skills, he continued to snipe and kill the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect during their siege. The only punch he punched directly used his divine power to bless The ancestor of the Zhanzong, punched flying?

This kind of strength has already exceeded the scope of their imagination.

"Ning, brother Ning, you..."