That, something called will.

The thought of nothingness reversed reality at this moment, shook all souls, and deterred all enemies, just like the scorching sun, rising from the old man's body and bursting out a thousand-foot-sized light.

At this moment, when the sword blade fell, evil thoughts and murderous intent that were dazzling to make the soul tremble.

Create death!

After a moment of interlacing, Shangquan put his sword into the sheath. Behind him, the shadow of the giant ape disintegrated silently.

Only two broken long swords fell to the ground, and countless gaps cracked into pieces.

Turned into soil ashes.

There is no room for repair.

The old man returned to the wheelchair and put on an oxygen mask again. Drugs from the surviving hospital flowed into his body bit by bit, maintaining this crippled body without collapsing in a short period of time.

And Shangquan made another sound:

"Next..."

So, the follower stepped forward again and presented an iron box to Huai Shi.

Under the entanglement of layers of Buddhist beads, the sharp blades in the box still emitted a strange aura of evil and evil, blood flowing, and screaming hungrily.

Dao Ming [Hengshi].

The same is the world's five swords, and the number of beads and pills is always there!

“…”

After a brief silence, Huai Shi couldn't help but turn around and ask: "Let me guess, are there three more next?"

As he said.

At the feet of the weird man in the Survival Garden, three overlapping iron boxes quietly emerged.
Chapter completed!