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"You can get in front of me, but they can't hold on."

The ripples in Yan Fu's eyes, standing in front of the crooked neck tree, were swallowed deeply.

Just point your finger.

The ripples of the avenue reflect a battle, which is the Chongming Daojun of Tianyang Shenzong.

Chongmingniao fights against three fellow Taoists of the same level.

Most of the Dao feathers on his body were destroyed, and his body was still unable to recover from Dao injuries. The situation was looking at a precarious situation.

"Or him."

Another point.

Brother Zhou, who had a broken leg, had half of his face broken.

One of his empty eye sockets was as deep as an abyss. He laughed wildly and happily, as if he didn't care about his own life. Every move and every move was for the sake of dying together.

"And her."

Grandma Disha.

It was quite difficult for her to deal with the two of them, and the blood from the avenue had already stained her cassock.

"he."

My dear, brother Broken Arm.

and Elder Ping who fought to the death with his sword.

"It's still them."

Yan Fu pointed at the Dao Lords in the melee.

With such a huge gap in numbers, we can only hold on.

I would like to thank the leader of the alliance who said, "Shen Nong tasted all kinds of herbs, but Lingshan is the best." I wish the leader immortality and longevity as long as the sky.

OnePlus will come later.

The great road is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.

Being attacked by Taoism in the past years, Lingshan could only stabilize the wounds of Taoism and has been slowly recovering. Finally, he resisted and paid off his debt at the end of the age.
Chapter completed!