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Six hundred and thirty-three(2/2)

The blood mist suddenly spread out from the Qilin Beast's body, and Yang Qi's five spiritual weapon lights were actually stopped in the air by the blood mist!

Snap!

There was another crisp crack of the whip. The sound was actually not loud, but to everyone's ears, it was like a loud thunder blasting through the sky!

"Ah!" Luo Shan suddenly stopped!

It's not that he doesn't want to save Wang Meng, but...

Yang Qi also stopped the explosion of true energy in his body, "Do it!"

He widened his eyes and cursed, but no matter how you looked at it, there was no anger in his eyes, but an inexplicable surprise!

Although others don't have as sharp a sense as the two presidents...but they can hear a different rhythm from the sound of the second whip!

Something's wrong, something's wrong! Something's wrong!

Kun Yaoyang's calm smile finally solidified...

Snap!
Chapter completed!
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