Ren Songcheng's face was cold, his hand trembled slightly, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "Your ability is stronger than I imagined, but you can't kill me, and I can't kill you... Since I can't take away the hundred

As for the inheritance of Lord Huan Shen, I don’t want anyone to benefit from this duel.”

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Ming laughed and looked to the west.

There is murderous intent rising into the sky, and the momentum is rolling.

Elites from Chu have arrived, in great numbers.

The man at the head was extremely powerful, gathering the killing spirit of the army, and his energy was soaring into the sky, it was almost true and mysterious.

Among the elites of the Seventh Prefecture, only the Zuo Banner Army was the only one.

It seems that Zhao Wu came in person.

It was precisely after sensing this that he separated into three figures and left first.

If something unexpected happens, the actual situation will be changed.

Although Zhuang Ming is now extremely capable, if more than ten thousand troops surround him, even if he has mastered the art of transforming spirits into spirits to such an extent, it will be difficult for him to break out of the encirclement with twenty-four figures.

Gao Yunzhen fell that day under the encirclement of thirty gods and demons. He did not want to fall under the encirclement of the army.

"You might as well have a way to escape."

Ren Songcheng slowly sheathed his sword and said in a cold voice: "I am the chief disciple of the Zhenyuan Sect. I am seriously injured at this moment. If you and I are surrounded by the elites of Da Chu, you and I may be buried together."

Zhuang Ming looked at the wooden sculpture carefully and then looked away.

We can't kill Ren Songcheng today.

Even Ren Songcheng couldn't kill him.

So the two stood facing each other, but did not continue to fight.

The murderous intent from the west loomed over me.
Chapter completed!