In reality, this is simply not possible.

The size of the other party is there, and besides, the shells of the Black Tiger are also limited.

The condensed ghostly aura was blasted away by the cannonballs it had been firing all the time, and then condensed to its side, corrupting its armor.

Luo Fei pondered for a moment, he thought that the Black Tiger might be able to inflict heavy damage on the other party, and then he would be a fisherman again, but the result told him that he was really naïve.

The gap between the two sides is staggering.

"I want to try again, the Ghost King Sword is somewhere in this body, as long as we find it, we still have a chance to turn the tables." Luo Fei still has the last ......

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