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"Chonglou."

"You're a real bastard."

"Give face, don't be shameful!"

Cong Wufeng's face was angry, and the shaking Xuanli almost pressed on the nose of Chonglou.

"Tianxuanjing six intermediate."

"The strength is OK."

Paris light evaluation way.

"You are looking for death!"

"How dare you judge Lao Tzu for such a thing?"

"You don't think that when my brother Gao looks at you, you think you are a character, do you?"

Cong Wufeng said with disdain.

"Your brother?"

"What is your brother?"

Chonglou asked coldly.

"Live in the shadow of your brother all your life."

"What does your brother say, you think it is?"

Chonglou continued to sneer mercilessly.

Cong Wufeng's face was gloomy and extremely cold.

"Good, good, you big building."

"Insulting me and my brother so arrogantly."

"You're dead today."

"Even if you hand over the divine chance of the four great gods."

"I won't let you go, either!"

Cong Wufeng's face was gloomy.

"However, if you hand in the divine chance of the four great gods."

"I can make it easier for you to die."

Cong Wufeng's whole body, the Xuanli of the wind element, turned into a Frisbee.

This Frisbee seems to be a powerful Xuanli martial art.

"Ha ha."

"Even if your brother Cong Wudi is standing here, I don't care if he says that."

"Not to mention your brother."

"You're just a brother."

Chonglou waved his hand, and all the people behind him retreated.

Only one person is left in Chonglou, and there is no wind to Cong alone.

"Arrogance

"Chonglou, you are a vulgar and cheap person. Your identity is just the garbage of the Dalit."

"Who is entitled to speak to me like that?"

"Try my Sheng Xuan Feng pan."

Cong no wind a cold hum.

The frisbee in his hand became a windmill.

Numerous whirlwinds are raging and strong winds are surging.

When the wind disk is thrown out, the surrounding air is torn up by the wind disk.

"Boom!"

Chonglou, Xuanli burst out.

The blood meaning divine pattern and the di Ming holy body are instantly activated.

The Xuanli in front of Chonglou is just like gravity.

Cong Wufeng's Shengxuan wind plate is directly dissolved by Chonglou.

"The blood meaning God pattern, the ground is clear holy body."

"You really got the chance to be the king."

"Hum, even if you get the chance to be the king of gods."

"Chonglou, your strength is rubbish."

"The double realm of heaven and mystery will only be crushed by me."

Cong Wufeng laughed with arrogant excitement.

However, in the absence of wind, his face became very ugly.

"You, when are you?"

Suddenly appeared in Cong Wufeng side of the tower, scared Cong Wufeng suddenly shaking.

"Don't move."

The Seven Star Moon long sword is directly mounted on Cong Wufeng's neck.

"This, this is the Seven Star Moon long sword."

"It's a household artifact of Ming Dynasty."

"Why, why is it in your hands?"

Cong Wufeng called with a shocked voice.

"No why."

"Ming qiongji and I are fighting for points."

"Killed by me."

"His things, of course, are in my hands."

Chonglou stares at the clump with a cold look.

"Putong..."

Cong Wufeng knelt down to Chonglou and turned pale with fright.

"Don't kill me."

"Please don't kill me."

"Just now it was my lard. I didn't dare to do the right thing with you."

Cong Wufeng said with a face of fear.

"For your brother's sake."

"I won't kill you."

"But don't disturb me."

"Otherwise, next time, I won't spare you."

Chonglou said with a smile.

Said, gently patted the clump of the shoulder without wind.

A wisp of space force, quietly into the Cong Wufeng body.