Opposite the entrance hall

Long/gun shot down.

The situation changed suddenly. Seeing the silver figure cross the crowd, a few backs turned and stood firmly on the side of the trench. It seemed that a smear of silver light tore through the black clouds. The wind roared, and the dark red cloak was blown up by the wind. Covered in layers, the spear stood on the ground, and the flames of the Pingping City hit his face, making people feel the coercion of killing inexplicably.

The wind rolled up the dust, and Andrew, who was sitting on the horse, was blinded by the blow, staring at the figure, and when the smoke dissipated, he said in a gloomy voice, "Pei Qixiu!"

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