Things were a little sudden, and everyone was stunned when they saw the big black hand snatch the spear away at once.

The martial saint cut off his beard under his nose, what is this for, don't die?

You must know that it is a martial saint, the existence of stomping on this side of the space is about to tremble, and now someone dares to shoot something under their hands?

"Bold rats!"

Dustless Martial Saint ......

Chapter 169 of "After the Failure of the Tribulation" Someone Doesn't Open His Eyes is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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