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Chapter 50 Meeting Ceremony(2/2)

"Okay, let's go." Xu Yan was sad in his heart, but he also understood the seriousness, and several people prepared to retreat.

But at this moment, another dark shadow blocked the exit of the valley, it was Zhang Haotian.

"Now that you're here, don't leave." Zhang Haotian's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Haha." Xu Yan laughed, "I never thought that I, Xu Yan, would be so embarrassed by three miscellaneous fish. Since there is no way out, there is no need to leave. Brothers, can you accompany me to kill these thieves?"

Xu Yan and others had met Zhang Haotian before and knew him. Now they were surrounded by him, and it was obvious that there was no hope of escape.

"I am willing to kill the enemy together with my eldest brother." The eight people said in unison, with a fighting spirit rising in their hearts.

"Okay, we are ten brothers. We don't want to be born in the same year and the same month, but we want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day." Xu Yan laughed, but his eyes were full of tears.

"good!"

Eight people nodded in unison.

"Those who kill people will also kill them." Zi Chen's eyes radiated cold light. Zi Chen was moved by the brotherhood of Xu Yan and others, but it did not make him soften his heart. Instead, he became more murderous.

If they don't die today, they will be the ones who die tomorrow.

Zhang Haotian was already approaching. Compared to Zi Chen, he was more ruthless, and the long knife in his hand exuded a compelling cold light.

Miaokong's expression was calm, and he stepped forward step by step. Although there was no murderous intention or indifference, it showed his ruthlessness, as if the person who was about to die in front of him was not a person at all, but a cat or a dog. Miaokong simply ignored them.

"kill!"

Before the three of them could move forward, Xu Yan and others let out a loud shout and rushed towards the three of them.

"Go to hell." Murderous intent flashed in Zi Chen's eyes, and the Flowing Light Sword Technique appeared, like a stream of light, rushing towards a disciple with a broken leg.

"puff!"
Chapter completed!
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