As soon as Pixiu came out, there was no way to compete, Pixiu wanted to look around the people below with contempt as a god, his eyes were like a sharp sword, and a casual gaze was like a blade that made everyone tremble.

At this time, no one dared to move, what is the strength of the old man they have seen, but what about the strength against the sky? Now it's not like a dead dog.

Everyone stopped, not daring to step forward again, everyone was in their hearts......

Chapter 100 of "Urban Immortal Martial God of War" The fat man has a harvest is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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