"Incompetence is incompetence, how many Martial Saints have died in your Hundred Clans Alliance until now, and how many have my Terrans sacrificed?"

A cold sound sounded, and the Extreme Martial Saint appeared on the other side of the sky, and he was extremely free and easy with one hand.

But the hand behind him was clenched tightly, as if it contained boundless killing intent.

"If it is really consumed with my human race, according to this ratio, your hundred clan alliance will all be dead, and our human race will still exist."

The pole appeared, the words were heart-wrenching, and the voice of Weng in the lake stopped abruptly.

On the land of the human race, cheers rang out.

"The martial arts special effects are full, I will kill the high martial arts!" Chapter 1162 Brother is pretending to be okay today It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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