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771. Chapter seven hundred and seventy-first sword out(2/2)

"boom!"

With Wang Ke as the center, countless yellow smoke spread out everywhere, as if it was about to cover the entire hall in an instant, and the yellow smoke rushed towards the national corpse ghost.

The corpse ghost national master was going to call, but suddenly, a stench hit the face, causing the corpse ghost national master to roar in an instant and felt a sensation of discomfort.

"Wu, Wang Ke, is this the antidote? It was the antidote that Huang Shuaifei was hit just now. Why are you so many? Discard me!" The National Master of the Ghost shouted loudly.

"boom!"

The national corpse ghost master waved his palm, and countless yellow smoke instantly scattered everywhere. However, this place was in the coffin barrier, and the yellow smoke was completely scattered, and the interior of the hall instantly became turbid.

"Haha, Wang Ke, do you damn it, will you use such disgusting things?" The White Lotus Saint Envoy also roared angrily there.

The White Lotus Holy Envoy seemed to be about to pounce on him. The National Master of the Ghost even endured the severe disgust. The turbid true qi was ultimately the yellow smoke gas, not the turbid true energy. The powerful will of the Martial God Realm could still hold on.

"Haha, even if I'm stinking to death today, I'm going to kill you, Wang Ke, die!" The National Master of the Ghost suddenly rushed to the center where the smoke was thickest, where Wang Ke was.

The national corpse ghost master came to kill him, and Wang Ke looked unprecedentedly serious in the center of the yellow smoke.

"I really think I use the turbid true energy to smell you. I just want to interfere with your sight! The sword comes out!" Wang Ke's eyes condensed.

However, the golden sun-immortal sword has appeared in his hands.

Wang Ke saw the corpse ghost master rushing towards him, and a huge aura forced countless turbid true energy in front of him to explode. However, none of these matters. What matters is that Wang Ke has found the target.

"Kill!" Wang Ke stopped shouting.

"Squeeze!"

The Great Sun Immortal Divine Sword suddenly emitted a thorny golden light. The power poured by countless merits suddenly produced a huge murderous aura, facing the national corpse ghost master.

"What?" The face of the corpse ghost master changed, and a threat of death instantly enveloped his whole body, and his hair rose up all over his body.
Chapter completed!
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