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"I've decided! Go and kill Yingzheng." Chi Huo spoke carelessly, with a majestic and magnificent momentum, and his back was even more majestic.It is as admirable as the presence of a god.

(⊙v⊙) Well, what did Wei Zhuang say?Kill Yingzheng?Is he stupid?

"!(⊙o⊙)"×9[The ideal is full, but the reality is skinny.Is Master Wei Zhuang not sick?How could Ying Zheng be killed!] Everyone thought in unison.Not to mention how many people protect Yingzheng, Yingzheng's own martial arts is amazing.

In a flash, Wei Zhuang disappeared! It wasn't that Yun Qinggong left! It just disappeared!

w(Д)w my mother!very scary!

After a while, Master Wei Zhuang appeared! His shark-toothed sword was stained with blood.

"I killed Ying Zheng just now. The world is in chaos, and it's time to tell the difference." Chi Huo said coldly, the arrogance and rudeness in his tone was an absolute confidence.It is a kind of mastery...

If you really kill Ying Zheng, who is stronger and who is weaker?

—————————— World Chaos ——————————————————————

"Really..." Incredible. "Ying Zheng is really dead!" Everyone in the Mo family knew Yan Dan's silent expression.Everyone in the Qin Dynasty also knew this.

"This chess game in the world, I don't know how to play..." Gao Jianli looked at Xue Nu's face, feeling sad from his heart, and at the same time, the strength of self-confidence drove them forward.

The soul that drives everyone forward is far away.

"My god, goodbye! Mmm 〒_〒5555..." Chi Huo left here in a sad mood!

Why separate me from the male god—Geniesang, I love you...

"Tsk, why is your back a bit cold?" Gai Nie said strangely, and continued to wipe the sword hard, doing it meticulously.