The eighteenth, the human race Lin Tian.

The name is particularly glaring because after the name, there are many blood lines.

That was the number of Martial Saints that Lin Tian had killed.

Just by looking at it, you can feel a fierce killing intent rushing to your face, and that name is like a pair of blood beast eyes, staring at the entire ten thousand races, which is terrifying.

Zhao Huanhuang's throat rolled, circling between that name and the young man in front of him.

"The pinnacle of the sky."

The blacksmith squinted his eyes and smiled weirdly, his mouth still in his mouth

"The martial arts special effects are full, I will kill the high martial arts!" Chapter 1109 - Crazy! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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