The blue-clothed strong man sneered, his arm trembled slightly, and the short blade in his hand penetrated a few inches into Bai Zongnan's muscles, and Bai Zongnan snorted in pain.

"Who are you?" Bai Zongnan endured the pain. Said in a deep voice.

"Who am I?" The middle-aged man smiled evilly, and slapped his palm towards Bai Zongnan: "Haven't you heard that this Moling Mountain can't be built?" ”

"Bang!"

Bai Zongnan swung his fists to fight, and the two collided with each other, a huge force

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