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Chapter 1332(2/2)

As a result, these pseudo -gods leaned their heads and pretended to see the sky busy sword.

laugh--

Tian Cong Yunjian, the heart of the Eighth Congress of the Western Eight Congress.

Subsequently, Jianmang broke out and cut off the divine thoughts of the Eight Eight Gods!

Western Eight Gods, Dead!

Chen Hao was calm and not too excited.

Although the Western Eight God is a refined practitioner, it is a flower in the greenhouse. The combat effectiveness is not strong. In his eyes, it is no different from the chicken.

"It's you."

Chen Haomuang swept to the rest of the pseudo gods.

The rest of the pseudo -gods were frightened, although they knew that they would be united at this moment to resist Chen Hao.

However, Chen Hao's eyes were forced to be like a magic, so that they trembled all over, and could not have the mind of resistance at all.

"Knot!"
Chapter completed!
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