Luo Furu stood stiffly in the middle of the field, with a wooden expression, looking like he had been drained of three souls and seven spirits.

The removal of the pure wood allows the surrounding time to continue to flow. In the perspective of others, with Luo Furu as the center, the pure wood space that opened up in an instant was suddenly distorted and disappeared invisible.

The audience was amazed by everyone's exclamations. A black film rose around Nian Yang's body, just like when he fought against Qu Zheng at the beginning.

Only this time, a huge phantom of a strange beast appeared in the venue, and its shape was exactly the same as the purple gold mysterious beast arm that Nian Yang was holding in his left hand.

(Overtime, in the ongoing downturn, make up tomorrow)

Chapter 117 The Beautiful Female God of War (1) is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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