Lu Yin stared into the distance blankly, Xia Ji kept coughing up blood, and what the Immortal God used was the three-style sword intention.
"The real Seven Gods are monsters. They can arrange the bodies of half-ancestrals in various starry skies. This is something that ordinary ancestral realms cannot do. I'm going to take action." Quero said and stepped out. He didn't take action.
, the summer halberd brings bad luck but bad luck.
Although Lu Yin hates Xia Ji, now is not the time for internal strife.
Xingkong, the Immortal God has completely changed. He changed from his previous lazy and ignorant look. He held a long knife and casually held it on his shoulder. "I didn't want to play with you, but you woke me up. I'm sorry, you just go to hell."
, the gray dry hair was raised, and he slashed out with a single sword. It was a three-style sword intention but not a three-style sword intention. This sharp sword intention carried an unspeakable trajectory. One sword strike seemed to span the ages and coincide with time. This
It's a knife in the present, but it's like a knife in the past. This knife has no solution.
Xia Ji practiced the three styles of sword intention, and believed that he was comparable to the original Chen Zu. He even formed a sword in the inner world, which was exactly the same as Chen Zu's clone. But at this moment, faced with this sword that was cut from an unknown time period, he actually
Unable to resist, he watched the sword fall. Suddenly, a muffled sound came, making the sword clear.
Chapter completed!