When the dust settled, Hu Lin's smashing figure was frozen in the center of the field, and the monk was left with only a chest above his chest and leaking on the ground. But his face was completely distorted at this time, and he was staring at Hu Lin with bloodthirsty eyes, his arms still struggling, as if trying to break free from the earth that was holding him back.

Hu Lin's arms suppressed the long stick in his hand with all his might, and the demon crescent shovel was firmly suppressed. There were a lot of spectators on the sidelines, who should have been attracted by the loud noise just now, and when they saw the two people who looked like demons in the field, they took out their weapons one after another, ready to suppress them at any time.

At this moment, the ancient soul came to the ......

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