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Chapter eight hundred and forty first battle(2/2)

Ye Wushuang did not stop and continued to strike, but in an instant, several swords were fired in a row, and every time he struck, each sword could take away a genius!

Each sword strike looks the same, but it is different. Each has its own magical power!

One after another, the sword light blasted through the heaven and earth, across the world, and the entire world was wiped out, collapsing and collapsing, like the end of the world!

"Prince Qi, save me!"

"Holy Son, save me!"

A genius screamed, the powerful treasure in his hand was destroyed in an instant, his figure was submerged by a sword, and instantly turned into blood mist and disappeared into the world!

boom!

A deafening explosion sounded. Some geniuses wanted to dodge, but it was too late. But in an instant, the body suddenly fell into pieces, as if it had been torn apart by five horses. He died suddenly on the spot!

But in an instant, countless geniuses died tragically in front of them, and some were affected by the residual power and were instantly shattered into powder!

Some were cut in half with a sword, and some had their heads cut off with a sword, leaving them with no time to resist!
Chapter completed!
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