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Chapter 92 It's Not Who's Fault That Makes People Sad

Looking at the old man in front of me who seemed to have forgotten me again, I was a little stunned. At this moment, the little dao behind me said, "Try him!"

I took out the Zhige Sword and threw it at Taoist Master Wuchen.

He took it with one hand and weighed it. The sword spirit in Zhige Sword seemed not satisfied with his control. He struggled desperately and even buzzed. However, Taoist Master Wuchen didn't care. He held it tightly, and threw the stick with brain and blood on his hand towards me.

When I caught the wooden stick, I saw that Zhige Sword no longer fought, and the top-quality thunder-striking wooden scabbard that was worth a thousand yuan was thrown to the ground like a piece of shabby shoes.

Taoist Master Wuchen, who drew his sword, turned back and rushed into the crowd ahead.

He walked step by step, facing the enemy whose strength made people scalp tingle, without any fear at all. At this moment, the Zhige Sword in his hand burst out with great power. Before he could swing it out, the dragon shape on it began to condense, as if a real dragon was entrenched on it, and its aura rushed towards Yun Dou.

Seeing his posture, the Zamao Xiaodao behind me took a breath and said, "Earth Immortal?"

ah?

I was not surprised by Zamao Xiaodao's judgment. After all, Taoist Master Wuchen had already had a half-step Earth Immortal situation. However, what people didn't expect was that within this short period of time, he actually became the realm of Earth Immortal?

However, his soul has not been filled up. How can he take this step?

No one knew, but he just saw Taoist Master Wuchen wandering around the enemy with a single sword. Those guys were more fierce than the other. Each one was taken out alone, and they were a great hero. For example, Comrade Xuanyuan Ye, who was in the wasteland before, had the ambition to rule one side, had only joined the crowd and joined forces with everyone to suppress Taoist Master Wuchen, a crazy old man.

However, since he has entered the realm of Earth Immortal, how could Master Wuchen be able to hold on such an easy way?

But when he saw his hand lifting, his sword light was sharp and his dragon energy was high, but he was also out of the world. His cultivation was slightly worse than that, but he was killed with one sword and turned into ashes.

Taoist Master Wuchen was even able to kill people with his sword intent, and he was almost invincible in his way.

Only then could I feel that his whole body was filled with awesome aura, as if it was perfectly integrated with nature, making people unable to lock in his breath, which made the enemy unable to hurt him at all. At the same time, he was able to absorb energy from the surroundings, merge onto the sword body, and burst out with amazing power.

Is this the position of the earth immortal?

Zamao Xiaodao looked at the scene in front of him thoughtfully, but at this moment, he heard a man named "thprr" among the enemy crowd retreating, holding up the scepter in his hand and sternly shouting.

The other party's speech speed was too fast, and because it was in English, I didn't hear it very clearly.

But I could vaguely feel that this should be asking for help.

As he shouted, someone was echoing not far away, as if he was singing some kind of hymn. Not long after, when Taoist Master Wuchen was about to kill one, someone arrived with a sword.

But it’s not someone’s fault that makes people sad.

But An, I once promised your grandpa to take care of you, so how can you die here?

Taking a deep breath, regardless of the heavy ghosts of the Death God behind me, I patted my hand forward.
Chapter completed!
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