Ye Qiu turned his head and took a look. Chen Daoling was injured and was completely beaten by Changmei Zhenren. It seemed that Changmei Zhenren could end this battle at any time.

On the other side, Qinglong and Qilin are also very brave. If this continues, it will probably not take long before the final battle will end.

Of course, the result is also obvious, the Nine Thousand Years will win.

Wei Leran's mouth smiled coldly and said, "Boy, do you really think you will win?"

"In this situation, it is clear who wins and who loses at a glance. Do you think you still have a chance to turn the tables?"

As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, with a "boom", Changmei Zhenren fell in front of him, vomiting blood from his mouth.

"Old guy, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Qiu was shocked.

Immediately afterwards, a sinister voice sounded deep in the maple forest: "The head of Longhu Mountain? The third-ranked master on the Dragon List? Is that skill?"

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