The golden dragon and the black fire snake strangled wildly in the air, and the energy turbulence that erupted slashed the surrounding peaks in half.
Ghost Face and the others were forced to retreat a hundred feet before they could barely stabilize their figures.
“How many hole cards does this kid have?”
The gray-robed old man looked at the fierce golden dragon in the air, and jealousy flashed in his eyes, “Twelve Nether Lights, lock my soul!” ”
Twelve green lights flew out and swirled around Chen Ping, and the soul fire of the wick turned into countless chains, trying to bind the dragon.
The woman in red took the opportunity to regroup, and the nine long silk turned into blood-colored phoenixes, attacking Chen Ping together with the strong man’s Xuanhua axe and the ice wind of the man in the mist.
The five of them cooperated tacitly, and the offensive continued like a raging storm.
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