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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight - Two strokes to death(2/2)

"Fuck me, I'm killing!"

"A cultivator was killed!"

All the onlookers were shocked, some screamed, and some shouted.

Ling Yun was covered with a layer of water balls, which was the water shield technique. Without this layer of defense, he would not be able to exert his strength to the fullest.

"Spirit, he is actually a cultivator!!" Xiaodie's eyes widened.

Wu Youling was also surprised and couldn't speak. She looked at Ling Yun's back and suddenly thought of what he had just said.

"The people in the devil's way have always been cruel and ruthless. Bai Yun and I are no exception, and we have murders."

They are indeed demon cultivators!

"I killed someone, I really killed someone!"

"what happened?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Opunk's body was lying on the ground, like a dead dog. How could it be unobtrusive?

In just a short moment, the movement here was already huge and spread throughout the camp.

More and more people gathered here. Many people couldn't help but exclaim when they saw Opunk's dead body, and then began to inquire about what was going on.

For a moment, the crime scene was surrounded by three floors of people, whispering and talking.

"The two people suddenly started fighting, but they were extremely awesome and died in an instant."

"That person is the murderer!" Someone pointed at Ling Yun carefully.

Ling Yun held his arms and head up, stopped in place, with a cold face, and ignored the comments of the people around him, as if he had not seen it.

"Hey, he is just a slave, how could he kill a cultivator in his life?" Naturally, some people suspected it.
Chapter completed!
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