Fang Sanwan took a breath of cold air.

It hurts to look at him.

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"Brother Sanwan, the guy opposite you is Zuo Chenluo from Yi Mo Palace. He is a murderous maniac. Run away quickly."

"His protector should be nearby. If you don't run away, you will be too late."

Fang Sanwan was exhausted at this moment, but Zuo Chenluo still had a defensive weapon, so he found that he couldn't kill this guy.

At this time, the voice message from Wang Santie was indescribably urgent.

After the fight ended, Wang Santie was shocked by Fang Sanwan's strength, but he still calmly recognized Zuo Chenluo's identity.

Subsequently, he urgently dismissed all Mo Qingshan's disciples and dissolved all sects.

Zuo Shenluo has suffered such humiliation. Maybe people from Yi Demon Palace will come to Mo Qingshan to kill people to vent their anger. They must all leave.

"Ah? He is actually Zuo Zhenluo? It's unbelievable!"

Fang Sanwan was also shocked. He turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Are you kidding me? Now I feel empty. If a protector comes, I will die.

Fang Sanwan heard about Zuo Chenluo's name from Zhao Chu.

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"It's unbelievable. How could you kill Zuo Shenluo with three strikes and five divided by two?"

"Who are these thirty thousand brothers?"

Wang Santie was also afraid of death, so he ran away into the distance without any hesitation.

Although Mo Qingshan's disciples are weak in strength, they are too weak to escape.

In an instant, only a young man with a mace stuck in the huge Mo Qingshan was left, cursing viciously.

There seems to be an air of desolation and sadness flowing in the air.

Zuo Shenluo's whole body was so painful that he felt numb.

He once swore that he would never let his anus suffer again in this life.

Who knows, the oath has not ended for a month, and the chrysanthemum will fade again.

Zuo Shenluo roared hysterically, with blood and tears in his eyes.

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PS: I wrote three chapters today, and I finally have the nerve to ask for votes.
Chapter completed!