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Chapter seven hundred and twentieth: a dead end(2/2)

“Is this still possible??”

Seeing this scene, Ding Xiaoyi was so frightened that he put everything he had into it, almost risking his life, to finally hit him hard and give himself a chance to escape.

Unexpectedly, the opponent reversed time in the blink of an eye and returned to his peak state.

"What a mess!"

As he was horrified, the old man's figure had moved from a distance to him in an instant. In his gray-white pupils, there was no emotion at all, only murderous intent.

"That's the only way to use it!!!"

In an instant, an idea flashed through Ding Xiaoyi's mind, but there was not enough time, so he could not guarantee that this move would be effective.

Suddenly, a stream of light suddenly popped out of the void, and an iron claw flashed out of the stream of light, grabbing Ding Xiaoyi's shoulder.

Suddenly, the scene around him continued to blur, and a strong force pulled Ding Xiaoyi back quickly.

"Damn it!" Seeing this, the old man's face changed suddenly, and he grabbed Ding Xiaoyi, but when his finger was only an inch away from him.

Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt light all over his body, and then saw the old man's palm actually passing through his body.

"No!!!"

Seeing this scene, the old man let out an angry scream and grabbed him with both hands, but no matter what, he could not hurt Ding Xiaoyi in the slightest.
Chapter completed!
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