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Chapter seven hundred and seventieth will not fight(2/2)

 The bright moon is in the sky, and the moonlight is hazy.

Fifteen waning moons pierced the sky, flying towards the fifteen cloaked men one after another like comets striking the moon.

 One shadow master, two kings, and twelve guardians are killing the figures in the crowd and volleying in the air.

Hybrid weapons of all kinds were blocked in front of him, and the body-protecting Qi that had never been used was like a long dragon guarding his body, and the strong wind was raging under the night sky.

The roar and noise unique to dozens of artillery fires at the same time rippled through the wind and clouds.

Fifteen waning moons struck accurately on the protective aura of the fifteen cloaked figures.

Like ancient bells ringing, like mountains and rivers collapsing.

The strong wind blew away in all directions, blowing away everything around the fifteen people.

 The figure is like a kite with its string cut off, flying in the air.

The snow was flying, falling from the sky like goose feathers under the bright moon.

 Seven of the fifteen cloaked men were overturned and flew away.

 Eight of them had their soles sunk deep into the ground and were still struggling to support the waning moon, whose power had not diminished at all.

"It depends on the owner if you beat a dog. If you bully an old disciple, you have to give an explanation."

 Another shocking move!"

Old and deep voices converged towards Fengyundu from all directions.

Under the bright moon, a figure appeared in the sky, pinched its fingers to form a sword, and gathered energy to form a blade.

Another eight waning moons were like comets striking the moon, striking through the sky towards the eight people who were still struggling to hold on.

The eight people with trembling expressions immediately flew back into the air.

“Injustice, injustice, immeasurable life and blessings! One breath transforms the three pure beings.”

Eight unstoppable waning moons dispersed with a bang, and a figure came from the sky. He ducked beside the person in the air, raised his hand and pressed on the person's shoulder. The person holding the sword in his hand in the air and the person who came were like shooting stars towards the snow.

Falling with a crash.

 There was a loud boom, far beyond the explosion of a cannonball, and the snow gradually dispersed.

 One figure was leaning on the shoulders of another figure, shaking his head helplessly.

“Immeasurable longevity and blessings, you promised the old Taoist, and you will not be affected by cause and effect.”

After speaking, he casually picked up the old man lying on the ground, bowed and apologized in front of the stunned people, and walked away.
Chapter completed!
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