"I don't know how to lift up!"

"Qingboo Jie" snorted coldly and waved his arm:

"kill!"

"kill!!"

Nearly seventy or eighty "catastrophes" that had already come together, roaring loudly, surging the canyon, and angry flames were surging from all directions, and blood clouds collapsed.

boom......

The war begins!

"The catastrophe of thousands of catastrophes" is like a tide, and it is approaching in an instant.

"Yangran!" Chen Fusheng slashed his sword in his palm.

Silent and scream...

In an instant, the evil sword silk soared into the sky, and the fire of the sword intent burned up!

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