C730 Sang of yueyao

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"Ah …" "Ahhh!"

The six black clothes people were sliced into pieces by tens of thousands of demon blades, it was extremely bloody.

"Retreat!"

At this time, the remaining twenty odd black clothes warriors retreated at the same time. With a wave of their hands, fist-sized black balls shot towards the Luo Yan and Dongfang Yueyao.

Swish!

When the Luo Yan's demon blade cut into a black ball