Almost all the young martial arts practitioners were seriously injured, but their breath came down and their spirits and thoughts could not be resisted.

The same is true for the seriously injured Zuo Qiu Hongting and Ge Xiantong, who looked up and fell down.

"Crash!"

Li Wei was facing the wind and waves and tried his best to support him. The magic energy was constantly injected with blood handprints and magic armor, which could barely withstand it. But he felt a terrifying feeling in his heart that he was in a storm and could be torn to pieces at any time.

"Wow—"

In the distance, a huge palm pressed the light yarn of the Qiuzhou Prefecture City Constitution and kept twisting and sank, and grabbed the fairy turtle that fled to Taoli Mountain.

Before the palm of his hand could break the consecrated gauze, he locked the fairy turtle in mid-air.

Just like space solidifies, time stops, its power is unparalleled.

Li Wei gritted his teeth and his eyes moved with the palm of the sky. He felt that once the yarn of the moat was broken, his scalp might explode.

At this moment, the sound of watching the fog in the Zen Sea came from my ears: "It's back! Fortunately, it has not reached the level of the Emperor of Martial Arts. I hope they can stop this battle..."

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Chapter completed!