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Five hundred and ninetieth IX continuous self-mutilation(2/2)

If you are not a Skywalker and have the blessing of Heaven, I will kill you like killing a chicken. So what if you are blessed by Heaven? Sooner or later, I, Long Chen, will defy this blind God."

"Boom boom boom..."

"puff"

Finally, after resisting Long Chen's sword, Yin Wushang was slashed away by the next sword, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Yin Wushang's soul-eating blood-blasting elixir has reached its limit, and his energy and blood have begun to decline. Yin Wushang is about to lose."

People who were watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this scene. This Long Chen was really unbelievable. Yin Wushang continued to use self-inflicted tricks, but still lost.

"Long Chen's aura has also begun to decline rapidly. It must have reached its limit. It's really a battle between dragons and tigers." Some strong people couldn't help but sigh. Such a character has not been heard of for many years.

But today, one of the two peerless geniuses is bound to fall, which makes people sigh.

"boom"

Yin Wushang barely resisted Long Chen's sword attack again, but was even more embarrassed as a result. He was shaken into a gourd rolling on the ground and blood spurted out wildly.

"Wushang, don't hold on, start the second plan, quickly!"
Chapter completed!
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