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Chapter 315 Imprint Scepter(2/2)

Scream!

A shocking roar came from the other party's mouth.

Jiang Zhe's eyes flashed, and a leap disappeared into the air, avoiding the attack of two giant axes beside him.

The other party's body is not completely immune to the Space Blade.

There is hope!

Just as Jiang Zhe flashed out of the dimensional space.

boom!

Three battle axes slashed towards each other.

With the hair standing up, Jiang Zhe could only barely raise the space blade in his hand.

Bang, the next second.

Jiang Zhe's body was smashed into the wall on the side of the church like a cannonball.

"ah!"

With a roar, Jiang Zhe punched behind him with a punch.

The wall exploded and was forced back to the church.

In order to prevent him from escaping, the other party ambushed countless fifth-level extraordinary people who are proficient in psychic soil.

Jiang Zhe covered his right arm and stood in the church with a dirt face.

"Prophet, are you actually the Emperor's man?"

I saw one of the bullhead demons that looked like a scepter in his hand.

Jiang Zhe remembered.
Chapter completed!
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