"A little mana? Impossible impossible! "
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King Jin slowly fell into despair with tears in his eyes. Did he fall into the cesspit?
The rotting beast is glaring and roaring.
There’s another chrysanthemum. There’s another chrysanthemum.
Give me back my chrysanthemum!
Chapter one hundred and thirty-two Duke Jing of Jin died
Beyond the crimson ground!
Rotting beasts haunt the former enemy, Duke Jing of Jin, who is also desperate at the moment.
The hundred-mile long dragon is poor, but what can you do if you can’t control it?
Duke Jing of Jin found that at the moment, all means could not be used, and his body slowly fell into the mire.
"Zhi Boyao, Zhao Shuai, help me!" The king of Jin roared with despair.
King Jin’s desperate rotting beast is even more crazy. What about a chrysanthemum? Give me back my chrysanthemum
"Boom!"
The rotting beast washed the Duke Jing of Jin with pertinence, and it seemed that the chrysanthemum would burst out completely.
And in the city
Shouted by the king of Jin, all the people also met with containment at the moment.
"Boom!"
Zhiboyao beat back the black man in front of him with a palm. The black man is also wearing a glow, but he is worse than Zhiboyao.
"Bang!"
The black man’s hat was lifted.
"Are you Zhao Yong? How dare you Zhao family betray the emperor? " Zhiboyao Jing nu unceasingly way
"Master Zhi has sinned!" Zhao Yong stopped again.
"Hum zhao failure can’t stop me with you?" Zhiboyao was shocked and angry.
"Boom!"
In addition to zhiboyao, the same scene appeared in every family, but a group of immortals of Zhao family appeared in front of it and blocked every family.
At the same time, a large number of strong people in Qin suddenly appeared to help Zhao Yitong fight against the strong people in Jin.
"Zhao Shuai, how dare you betray your country!" A roar in the city
Zhao Shuai’s face changed and his face was ferocious. "Who said I was a traitor?"
"Boom!"
The palm of one hand collides with the palm of another.
And the black man in front of him is slowly popping up a vigorous pine tree behind him.
"Won the surname?" Zhao failure face a change.
"Cough cough cough!" In front of the black man a cough.
"Are you Qin Mugong?" Zhao Shuai’s face changed wildly.
"Ha ha, Zhao Shuai, you can see that it’s a pity that I was injured by the immortals in Luoyi!" Black people with a slight sigh.
"Qin Mugong? What are you doing in my state of Jin? " Zhao failure surprised nu way
"Boom!"
In the distance, Gao Zhiboyao once again beat back Zhao Yong.