Then he threw it at his feet, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his voice was hoarse.

"The seventh."

"There are ...... left. Seventeen. ”

The two sentences made many monks even unstable, and their hearts were shaken.

They didn't understand why Ye Feng, who had been seriously injured like this, hadn't fallen yet!!

He counts every man he kills.

The voice rang in everyone's ears like a whisper of death.

It was as if there was a voice inside them bewitching them.

Chapter 1309 of "Spirit Ruins, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman" Come on! Come kill me!! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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