On Jiuchi Mountain, when Han Che rushed over, the battle was nearing its end.

By the time Han Che had resolved the bruises, the three battlefields on Jiuchi Mountain had already been confused into one pot of porridge. Han Qi, Yu Feng, and Yan Ling'er were back to back, except for Yan Ling'er's Beishui Xuanwu, whether it was the Golden Ant King or the Ice Scale Silver Bone Butterfly, they all flickered with dim fluorescence, and they had obviously been damaged countless times.

Rao is Yan Ling'er, his face is also pale at the moment, and there are a lot of red blood stains on the cyan robe, and he can't tell the source from friend or foe.

In the air, on the back of the Qinglan bat, Yi Yuan wantonly threw a sharp wind blade, and the strange thing was that his two sleeves fluttered with the wind, and it seemed that the only remaining left arm was missing.

Every step taken by Beishui Xuanwu stirs up thousands

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