What is to crack down on morale?

That's it!

After this battle, the tourists from the gangs in the country will inevitably be deeply hit. If they are no longer threatened, their Northern Barbarians and the army in the Western Regions can drive forward and divide the gangs!

"Ahem cough cough..."

An old man on the ground coughed up blood in his mouth and wanted to get up from the ground with great difficulty.

"Oh, there are still people who can move? Not bad, this is Lin Beixia, the leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

The enemy Xing Daorong suddenly smiled and quickly came to the old man and squatted down.

I saw that the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect was covered in blood by shrapnel, his arm fell off, and he kept coughing up blood on the ground, trying to get up with difficulty.

But he was too seriously injured and could not move at this moment.

"What's wrong? You can't get up now? What's the point of asking me to help you?"

Ten thousand enemies Xing Daorong smiled, poked out his big hand, grabbed the old man's head, and lifted up the body of the old leader Lin of the Beggar Gang as if he was carrying a rabbit.

"Hahaha, look, this is your Grandmaster Beggars' Sect leader. What is this? He is just an old rabbit, does he look like it, or a hairless old rabbit!"

Ten thousand enemies Xing Daorong laughed loudly, extremely wantonly.

"Let go of Gang Lin!"

"The only way to fight to the death is to humiliate my Central Plains martial arts world!"

"kill!"

The group of unaffected tourists roared, their eyes turned red, and they rushed towards their enemies Xing Daorong.

Xing Daorong smiled grimly, and suddenly slapped his palm and a poisonous fog surged out, quickly rushing towards the group of tourists from the world.

Suddenly, the group of tourists with the world quickly turned blue, their bodies twitched, and their mouths were foaming. They suddenly fell to the ground and their weapons were thrown away.

After all, these uninjured people are just weak people, and they are those who stand on the outside and watch.

Those who are strong are basically concentrated.

No one at the top of the mountain is threatening them at all.

"A group of waste, you are going to go back to Longshou Mountain to discuss swords. It's not bad to go home and wait for death. The entire Central Plains martial arts world will be completely destroyed from today. What are the five great masters? They are still dead. The wounded ones are done, and the Central Plains are finished!"

Ten thousand enemies Xing Daorong laughed.

"You... Doctor Jiang is here, how can you allow you to be rampant?"

A person on the ground coughed up blood in his mouth and spoke hard.

"Yes, if Doctor Jiang is here, you will be dead!"

The person next to him was also talking hard.

"Doctor Jiang? What a shit thing? Even the four great masters have died. He is a jerk. If you dare to come out, I will explode him-***!"

The enemy Xing Daorong stood up and shouted.

"Yeah?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Li Yao's face turned black, he was wearing a white shirt, his long hair was floating, and a black-patterned ancient sword hung around his waist. He appeared here at some point.

His grandma's.

The mortars have all come out, and these bastards are really cruel.

But finally, they are waiting for them!

Don't think about running away!

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Big chapter!
Chapter completed!