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Chapter eighth white eighty-eight actual combat two(2/2)

There was still a hint of balance in her heart, but now she completely suppressed it.

She and Ziyue had originally agreed to see who would win this time, and if Lu Sheng failed, they would help the three sects suppress Lu Sheng.

If Lu wins, then fulfill the promise and help him win the battle.

I just didn't expect that the final result would be like this. I originally expected that even if Zhong Yun was defeated, he would at least be able to escape unscathed.

pity

Tens of thousands of years of hard work were destroyed in one day.

only

Zheng Juexun looked at Lu Sheng's back, recalling the evil, weird and disgusting scene just now, and she felt slightly frightened.

It's not that she hasn't seen similar situational spells before, but it's just that none of those spells can have an effect on a Ming Luo.

But the current situation is that Zhong Yun, a veteran Ming Luo, obviously won the head-on battle, but he accidentally fell into a plot and died unexpectedly.

"I won this battle with dignity, and in the next battle, I will naturally convince them that they lost." Lu Shenglian stood with his hands in hand, looking into the distance, and he had the air of a master.

"So Brother Zhengjue, please help me make an appointment with Yuan Qingmi, the leader of the Qingcha Sect.

Three days later, I will kiss the leader of the Qingcha Sect to settle the grudge! If she is still unwilling to hand over the murderer, then let’s talk about life and death.”

Zhengjue Xunmian twitched, resisting the desire to complain, and nodded.

"Okay, I'll send the message for you."
Chapter completed!
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