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Chapter 1792 So what about real immortals?(2/2)

Under this terrible confrontation!

The two of them actually withstood each other's various fierce attacks, refusing to give in to each other, even if they were superior or inferior!

“Come again!!!”

Yang Luo roared loudly and stepped down in the air!

"Daolongtu!"

A huge golden dragon image condensed in the sky, bursting out with vast dragon power and dragon energy!

The next moment!

"Ho ho ho!"

Accompanied by bursts of vicissitudes of ancient barbarian dragon roars!

More than 10,000 dragon illusions, thousands of low-level divine dragon illusions, and hundreds of medium-level divine dragon illusions roared out from the Great Dragon Picture at the same time!

Rumble…

Under Yang Luo's heavy and deadly attack!

Jun Mochen seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. His offensives were destroyed one after another and exploded in the sky!

Even his dharma image exploded in the sky!

About ten minutes later!

"ah……"

Jun Mochen let out a miserable howl and flew backwards.

On the way to fly backwards, he vomited blood from his mouth, his body was torn to pieces, and there was blood and flesh everywhere, and even bones could be seen in many places.

"Mr. Yang actually has the upper hand?!"

"Incredible, really incredible!"

The disciples of Longhu Mountain shouted in surprise, their faces full of excitement.

Zhang Zhilin said loudly: "The winner will be announced soon!"
Chapter completed!
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