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The first thousand and fifty-eight chapters fierce battle to protect the country archbishop(2/2)

His body rolled dozens of times on the ground and finally stopped more than thirty meters away from the entrance of Dongsai Palace.

"The power of the archbishop! The power of the archbishop! The power of the archbishop!" the guardian saints and the palace guards cheered in unison.

Russell stood there and took a sharp breath.

Although Lin Zhiming was beaten away, he was already injured at this time.

He was a little surprised by Lin Zhiming's strength. However, Lin Zhiming was hit in the legs several times by him just now. He was confident that with his strength, Lin Zhiming would not suffer any better than him at this time.

"You should drink more juice! Once Lin Zhiming is solved, let His Majesty the King continue to buy juice immediately!" Russell thought to himself.

In the distance, Lin Zhiming stood up from the ground.

The distraction just now gave Russell an opportunity to fight him off.

At this time, the scarf on his face had also fallen to the ground due to rolling.

His appearance was noticed by everyone.

"Your headscarf fell off, does that mean you want to kill us all?" Russell asked jokingly.

Lin Zhiming stretched out his fingers and counted towards Russell, "Two, four, six, eight..."

"What are you doing?" Russell asked with a frown.

"Stop talking." Lin Zhiming raised his hand to silence Russell, and quickly nodded his head with his other finger.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Russell snorted coldly and rushed towards Lin Zhiming.

Lin Zhiming stood there, not looking at Russell, but continued to count.

Russell came to Lin Zhiming and launched a fierce offensive against Lin Zhiming.

Lin Zhiming dodged Russell's attack while still counting.

Ten seconds passed like this.

Russell was horrified to find that all his attacks had failed!

Lin Zhiming dodged all his attacks while almost ignoring him.

At this moment, Lin Zhiming's voice suddenly sounded.

"A total of one hundred and eighty-two people, you...can die."
Chapter completed!
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