The old man, the Demonic Tribe is in charge of the immortal Feng Du! The young man, the Demonic Tribe is in charge of the immortal Han Jiu! "You two, give me the heaviest blow to the retreating crowd below!"

Songying was cold and cold.

Feng Du, Han Jiu, “Yes!”

"What are you doing!"

Long Liang said in surprise, "Today's war is over! What else do you want to do..." "Who said it's over?"

Song Ying said coldly, “Is there any saying that the war will start to get off work?

I will kill these people whenever I want!”

"And..." Songying looked at Long Liang with a smile, "My God You sent two immortals to take charge, but the Republic did not react at all?

Or is it that Mr. Long can’t bear to kill his relatives who are on the photogenic..." "Yu He!"

Long Liang suddenly interrupted him and gritted his teeth and shouted.

A beautiful man walked out of the immortals in the Republic.

His arms were strong and his back seemed quite wide, so he slowly walked out of the crowd.

"You go and help Hanjiu and Feng Du."

Long Liang clenched his fists and said slowly.

Yu He, “Yes!”

...Huawu and others breathed a sigh of relief.

The two giant dragons hovering in the sky city disappeared, and all kinds of strange and huge spiritual beasts disappeared, and the monks who were hundreds of times stronger than them disappeared. This unprecedented sense of ease was like a primary school student putting down his heavy schoolbag when he went home, feeling a sigh of relief.

But people are really not happy.

The number of casualties is too many.

Just like this gloomy weather... not right! Why did the sky suddenly become gloomy?

The Huawu people who were retreating suddenly stopped and looked up in a daze. The clear sky suddenly surged, forming a huge black vortex! From the vortex, the huge fist and arm slowly emerged, and the shadow of the entire ground was shrouded by the arm with its clenched fists! "Immortal skill - The Holy Fist of the Heavens!!"

A loud sound came from the sky.
Chapter completed!