The bamboos seemed to have spirituality, and they jerked at my broken hand, and I grinned and screamed bitterly.

I was annoyed.

The hundred-style demon slaying and splitting knife method played with hula, and the surrounding bamboos fell one after another, and the anger was so big, I couldn't care about it so much, and I frantically pumped a few bamboos at me, and cut them down. "Click" a few times, and the bamboos broke at the waist.

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Chapter 164 of "How Many Years I Was Holding the Soil" The knife does not kill the starving dead is being hit in the hand, please wait a moment,

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