"What, I'm not welcome?"

A phantus figure stood in the air, the appearance of a young man, wearing a gray robe, his face was calm, and he calmly asked questions.

"Retreat, or die."

The long sword in Luo Jingsheng's hand was raised, and the incomparable sword qi was undoubtedly revealed, shattering the entire sky.

The majestic murderous machine erupted from his eyes, and Luo Jingsheng only had one word.

Li Ya next to him didn't make a sound, and looked at it coldly

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