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When the templar's light blade plunged into the alien's chest, the battle was inevitable. Right? Wrong? It's just a child's game. Qian Xu rolled over from the vulture chariot and took a long puff of a low-quality cigar. With the thick smoke, he walked up to the green man in front of him. "Fuck me!" The bloodshot pupils looked through the smoke, with madness written all over them! The pocket-sized power arm brought thick smoke and hit the green man's head hard with a ferocious face, followed by disbelief, and then disappeared forever from his own body with that ugly face! "Those rats who like to hide in the sewers!" Shaking the minced meat on his power arm, Qian Xu said to the empty street, "Send a message to your master, from now on, this planet will be named Qian!" Standing in the middle of the twelve fanatics, Qian Xu, who was slightly short, had an unparalleled domineering attitude at this moment!