Shu Ran is like fish on a board, ready to be slaughtered. Cang Ji lifted the back of his neck, and the force of that arm exploded horribly, making Shu Ran's face covered in blood and he could barely open one eye. When he saw Cang Ji, he trembled all over and said in a harsh voice: "Emperor, Emperor!"
Cang Ji's eyes were gloomy, he tilted his head slightly and said to the people behind him: "Get back three feet."
Shu Ran was startled, and then realized belatedly that Cang Ji was not talking to him, but to the Jiutianmen disciples rushing behind him. The disciples didn't know Cang Ji, but seeing that he had defeated Shu Ran with just one blow, they regarded him as an expert in the sect. When they heard his shout, they didn't dare to move for a while.
Easton stood still, unaware of the shaking sound in front of him. His five senses were closed, and the spiritual sea was like a storm, pouring directly into the "door" of the crossing in his chest. The sharp pain suddenly burst open and penetrated the whole body. The true nature was as cold as water in the surge of spiritual energy, and gradually sank into the spiritual sea. It swirled and dissipated, and then the spiritual energy lingered, and the sharp edge suddenly became brighter and sharper, and slowly emerged again, as if it was being re-forged and polished.
The perfect state is right in front of you, and the pure rain is within reach. At this critical moment, no one can touch him. Moreover, Yanquan had already taken his hand and nailed it to Easton's side, drawing a half-foot circle to guard Easton and not allow anyone to come near.
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