The sword of the dark is formed and flies around.

The scythe is like a declaration of death, sounding the death knell of the dead world.

Withering and shaking his body, he smashed it with a punch, breaking through the blessings of various props, and the terrifying fist wind dragged a long trail on the ground.

Yu Yi jumped and dodged the terrifying punch.

This is also too exaggerated, this is a weakening of 50% of the power?

The black Xuanwu smashed down from the sky, wrapped in the power of the two elements of water and earth.

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