It's just that the bridge is more than he wants to get.

After this moment of respite, Daqiao Weiyang had already regained seventy or eighty percent of his strength, and what he had just been sucked by that stem tentacle was only an ankle after all, not a broken arm like Yan Lingwu to bleed against the mouth of the corpse of the True Martial Emperor to feed.

"Die!"

She let out a clear sigh in her mouth, grabbed out of the palm of one hand, and pinched the ten-fist sword with the other hand, and stabbed straight towards the throat of the True Martial Emperor.

"Huh

"I Have a Crematorium" 139, Escape is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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