Life and death are a matter of life, and this kid is simply fine.

Directly bit his tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the blade of the sword in his hand.

The oncoming ghost knight was riding the horse with blue fire on his feet, waving the knight's sword in his hand, and slashing at him.

"Give me death!"

Obviously, these ghost knights are not powerful, but he and his brothers just can't hurt these hateful monsters.

I could only watch my brothers fall to his side one by one, but he didn't need his strength

"My Sect Has Eleven Tombs" Chapter 312 The Mediterranean, the great enemy of men is being hit by the hand, please wait a moment,

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