The rain and blood mixed together, soaked in the dirt, in order to catch the culprit.

The monk is like the yellow clothes worn by the thunderbolt, and he is the same as everyone else. At this moment, he fell to the ground, just like everyone else. I opened my eyes and looked at the cloudy sky, the clouds were thick, and the raindrops were falling. Since becoming a deacon, he has not met a strong opponent, and he has neglected...

Chapter 67 of "The Emperor's Sword" The first move of the divine palm, two eagles in one fell swoop is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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