A vague but lofty phantom fist palm shadow behind Meng Fei slowly looks down at the earth like a fiend. Waves of terrorist forces erupt from Meng Feishen like crazy waves and angry rings, and the surrounding cavalry suddenly feel unstable like a hurricane.

The cavalry of the witch temple outside Xuanyuan camp was also taken by this terrible momentum and unexpectedly stopped the forward momentum and did not dare to move. Meng Fei sneer at glanced at suddenly a lift finger a coloured


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Lin nodded and looked back, and his body slowly floated as far as possible to make his mood flat, and then his palm gently touched the light and a little spirit entered it, communicating with the ancient tablet soul. Lin’s