The Legend of the So

But at the same time, the rest of the arms attacked the captain from all directions—front, back, left, right, up and down. Rogers, exhausted, desperately parried their blows.,In a yellow Taoist robe adorned with the eight trigrams, Guan Heng, brandished his peachwood sword toward his old rival, and laughed boisterously: “I say, General, this is your four hundred and thirty-seventh time being cornered by me, isn't it Just obediently die!” Though only in his early twenties, he was the world’s only exorcist, having been doing this for nearly a decade.,Guan Heng's face darkened. He really wanted to take out a handful of talismans and blow up Lei Shen into a blooming mess, but what the other said made sense. With his current physique, he could dabble in Taoist arts and catch some zombies, but compared to superheroes, he was like a hemp rope tied to a piece of tender tofu—he couldn't even lift it!。