This is the release of talent,There is a wula in the heart gradually sublimated.。 “Rumble” As if the sky is fried。 Swords and death in the ground,At the same time collapse。 White,Blackness,Flogging,Entangled,Just like the true dark clouds roll。 Surrounding many forests are broken,Ground earth and stone,Dust,Flying。 The moment of shocking。 Xia Jiu and the air […]
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