The battle just now dissipated instantly.

Compared to watching the Brahmins fight with the Popes, everyone is more curious about the state of the Kyushu Empire.

Yes, after all, it is obvious that they are not an ordinary person holding the sword.

No, after all, the Temple of Solomon is not a vegetarian.

Just as everyone quarreled.

The sharp sword light cut through the sky.

The yellow sand in the sky was cut off in an instant.

Boom!

Endless buildings in the holy city were shattered.

For a time, the confrontation between Solomon Temple and the Arabhamic Rock was completely broken.

The wars all dispersed, revealing the clear sky.

The two holy relics seemed to see something impossible.

It seemed to be stunned.

Hu Ziming looked at Wujie blankly and said: Why did you draw your sword?

Wujie touched his bald head and said: I don’t know either.

Wu Jie looked at the ancient sword in his hand, then looked at Hu Ziming and said:
Chapter completed!