Kong Wenliang was in a weak state and pale face. He looked at the ancient mirror in front of Jiang Yuebai in shock and terror.

Jiang Yue curled a smirk at the corner of her lips and pointed at the talisman.

She was able to compete with Kong Wenliang, but she had no way to break the balance and crush the final kill without using those two trump cards.

The only thing he can defeat him is his own trick that is far beyond his own strength.

"Give it back to you!"

The mirror flashed, and Kong Wenliang used his eyebrows and his heart to guide him, and the giant sword formed by gathering all his strength appeared again, with a magnificent momentum.

But the tip of the sword was facing him!

Kong Wen's conscience sank. This time Kong's family is afraid that they will lose their ugly face...

boom!

The strong wind roared, the strange roar shook the sky, the flowing light splashed, and the dust flew.

Kong Wengong crawled out of the quicksand, covered in wounds torn by sword energy, the iron fan and the golden armored strongman died together, and the pen holder was cut off by the faceless.

He stretched his neck and looked at the dust gradually dissipating, hoping that the figure that appeared from it was his eldest brother.

"Oh, Eunuch Wen is still here?"

Kong Wengong's heart skipped a beat and turned his head stiffly. Seeing Jiang Yuebai right beside him, he smiled at him with his hips on his hips.

That laughter is creepy!

"Blow the dog's head!"
Chapter completed!