C633 The fist wind blasted over

"Damn it!"

Duan Qijue secretly cursed, he then closed his eyes and roared out: "Mr Wang, farewell!"

He could feel the two psychic attacks rapidly approaching him, as well as the threat of death.

Just when he felt that he was about to be blown apart by the two mental energies, a calm voice sounded in his ears, "Farewell to what?