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Chapter 1590 Training before the Zongzu Grand Competition!(2/2)

Countless visions appear around them.

The extremely rich blood and energy, the power of the great way, the red runes on the Abyss Shenwu.

Wang Mang's random attack had already made them know the difference between the two sides.

They were not holding back and were ready to do their best.

Looking at the energetic people, Wang Mang showed a hint of interest.

He didn't have much interest in fighting like this.

But the patriarch's intention seemed to make them suffer a little.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Mang rubbed his fists casually.

Then he reached out and made a provocative gesture to the few people.

Seeing this, even the Abyss Temple with a good temper ignited a trace of anger.

Just beat eight, I'm still so crazy!

For a moment, the eight people burst out without leaving any effort to produce the power contained in their bodies.

The next moment, nine figures suddenly turned into streams of light and flashed towards Wang Mang quickly.

In an instant, they had already arrived beside Wang Mang.

Looking at Wang Mang who was inaction, a hint of cruelty appeared in their eyes.

In an instant, eight middle-grade top-level divine weapons, accompanied by the majestic power of the great way, smashed towards Wang Mang one after another.

At this moment, Wang Mang raised his lips and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Ping! Pong! Bang...
Chapter completed!
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