thousands of Oratosquilla are getting closer and closer. Out of the sand and dust, one dry black body flies up and squeaks, setting off a burst of hot air waves.


    Chu Yunsheng took a breath. His legs were solid on the sand, and he held the iron stick in his handshake. His eyes were slightly condensed to see the front of the sand Squilla. Then he opened his feet and suddenly stepped down on the sand. The man sprang up like a bow, and the arrow shot out. The iron rod drew an arc under his body with the flame, and hit the attacking one in front of him. If you like this work, you are welcome to start（ qidian.com ）Your support is my biggest motivation to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. )


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