Chapter 1875: The Battle of Fate

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"Boom!"

There was another thunderclap from the sky, only this time the Eleven Ghost Saints were petrified on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Luo Luo immediately frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Moffett recovered instantly, waved his hand again and again, "It's nothing, it's good if you're happy, it's good if you're happy." ”

And secretly, Moffett couldn't help but complain, do you know what it means? It seems that I will have to instill some common sense in the future, otherwise I am afraid that there will be unnecessary misunderstandings in the future.

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The action here is huge, but the opposite side is the supremacy of details, such as Li Ke hidden in the seat, at this time he is tightly grasping his clothes, his feet are shaking frequently, and a pair of golden pupils are covered with an uncontrollable battle intent, yes, now he is trying his best to restrain his impulse.

"Tsk, just go straight up to him now. ”

As he spoke, Li Ke reached out and grabbed the cloth-wrapped soldier beside him and stood up, and this scene happened to be seen by the hidden Raglan in the background, and instantly saw through his thoughts from his movements.

"I'm in a hurry, but if I don't have any restraint...... It's me who thinks highly of him. ”

"Tsk. ”

Just as the words of the wild lan fell, Li Ke suddenly put down the cloth-wrapped spear in his hand and sat back extremely unwillingly.

Seeing this scene, Wild Lan's frivolous face finally showed a satisfied smile, "It's a good material." ”

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In the middle of the battlefield, Wan Xianlin settled Xu Long and returned to the battlefield again, Mu Chen had already retreated to the half of the Holy Tomb Mountain, and his eyes were neither humble nor arrogant looking directly at the last person who slowly fell from the high platform of the Turtle Spirit Sect, Xu Shaohui, the young master of the Turtle Spirit Sect.

Reflecting the cool moonlight and the faint breeze with blue hair fluttering, Xu Shaohui carried his hands behind his back and calmly landed in front of Mu Chen, although the distance was thousands of meters apart, Mu Chen could still feel the breath that was different from other Turtle Spirit Sect participants from this person, if the feeling that the other clansmen gave him was that one aspect was particularly prominent, then Xu Shaohui gave him the feeling that every place was very prominent, and it was so prominent that it almost returned to the basics!

At the main peak of the Nine Dragons, Ye Shuangshuang stared at the beautiful eyes, and said with a somewhat excited expression, "It's finally here, if Brother Muchen can win this battle, the Holy Tomb Mountain will be able to advance to the decisive battle." ”

"Tsk, are you going to enter the decisive battle?"

Feng Chaoming on the side smacked his lips and said in a long voice, "Will it be so smooth?"

Ye Shuangshuang heard the sound and replied, "Yes, after all, that guy doesn't look strong at all." ”

"That's what you think?" Feng Chaoming looked back at Ye Shuangshuang.

Ye Shuangshuang said strangely, "What's wrong?"

Feng Chaoming said with a smile, "For ordinary people, there is nothing wrong, but for the Turtle Spirit Sect, it will enter a rather terrible misunderstanding, you must know that in their race, the higher the qualification of the body, the more balanced the body proportion will be, and I have only seen one person who can reach the same proportion as that kid, in other words, this kid is the tricky existence among the participants of the Turtle Spirit Sect, if Xiao Muchen wants to win him, he can't do it without taking some hole cards that he can get." ”

After speaking, Feng Chaoming no longer looked at Ye Shuangshuang's demeanor, but turned to Xu Shaohui opposite Mu Chen with a little curiosity, and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Then let me see which of Xiao Muchen's hole cards you can force out." ”

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"It's getting started. ”

Listening to the rain pavilion area, the Qin Yan swaying folding fan suddenly stopped, and his superb eyes glanced in a certain direction on the third level, and said softly, "This fateful battle that has dragged for five years. ”

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"Mu Chen, right? ”

In the battlefield, Xu Shaohui strained his gloomy and indifferent face, and said indifferently, "To be able to climb to this height, I admit that you are a special existence, but your special limit is only that." ”