The fishy smell spread in all directions.

The monks all around were shaking wildly and their minds were confused.

Under their gaze, the body of the grim-faced man shriveled up at an extremely fast speed, and all his spirit, flesh and blood were sucked into the fairy sword.

Hiss! Crowd

People gasped.

"Ah!"

The armored man nearby roared and struck with a hammer.

Su Xuan turned his head and punched out, hitting the armored man backwards.

At this moment, he is the eighth level spiritual king!

The armored man in front of me is even weaker than Mu Prisoner! If

How to fight him in this situation?

"Evil Lord!"

"That's the Lingxiao Sword, and he is the Evil Lord!"

"How dare he come here?"

Everyone gasped.

There are quite a few first-order Spirit Emperors coming out of this place, not even a hundred, but also seventy or eighty.

At this moment, they were all staring at Su Xuan with violently contracted pupils, and the big man with a grimace who couldn't die anymore... He

We...were inexplicably heartbroken.

Su Xuan acted as if no one was around and slowly drew out his two swords.

He looked up and grinned.
Chapter completed!