Meng Po's figure turned into one wonderful phantom after another.

The hundreds of powerful armor-breaking arrows passed through the phantom and penetrated deeply into the wet and soft soil, sank into most of them.

Meng Po’s figure settled, but she still didn’t move, but all the arrows were shot empty.

The man in white was stunned and said deeply: "The Yin Si is indeed extraordinary. Even a fake product can reach this level. However, the stronger you are, the more you are, the more you will feel sorry for Emperor Yan after the loss, right?"

He snorted: "Kill!"

As soon as the voice fell, the man in gray quickly formed an array and formed a sword net.

The net shrinks rapidly, like a tight hoop, flashing with a cold light.

The man in gray disappeared.

There was only a man in white and a sword net that shrank quickly in this drizzling wasteland.

Meng Po raised her head, and the pupils behind the mask of Emperor Yan Luo were extremely sarcastic.

Her voice became colder and deeper. It was the voice of a man, a condescending voice of a high-ranking person, "ignorance."

Just finished speaking.

Her body is even more mysterious, and the wind and rain between her hands are slow.

Her palm slowly pressed down.

In an instant, the surroundings were imitated into barriers.

The man in white jumped in his eyebrows, and his pupils showed shock.

True and false, false and true, who knows who is true and who knows who is false?

The wind and rain are like embroidery! Needle and needle are urging people!!
Chapter completed!