unscrupulous angel

"You stinky shameless, two hit one, don't you feel blushing at all?" The ancestor of the Felkia family quickly retreated nearly ten meters, avoiding Pedro's attack, and burst into anger Tiandi said to Toyet.

Toyet curled his lips and said, "Stupid, if you can fight one out of two, who will fight you one-on-one! Ronaldinho, come on, let's join hands to kill this old bastard!"

Pedro was sweating furiously, but he still teamed up with Toyet to launch a storm-like attack on the ancestor of the Felkia family...

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Sarakir's opponents were an ancestor of the Felkiah family with late-stage imperial strength and an abyssal demon with late-stage imperial strength.

Sarakir is worthy of being the most talented person in the Zhan Clan in the past thousand years, except for the pervert Long Xiaotian. Although he is one against two, he is not at a disadvantage in the slightest.Not only did he not fall behind, he actually suppressed two strong men of the same strength.

That abyssal demon with late-stage emperor-level strength was fine, he was a "parallel importer" after all, and he didn't think it was a big deal to be suppressed by Sarakir.

The ancestor of the Felkia family who possessed late-stage power at the imperial level was not a parallel importer. He was at the same level as a two-on-one, but he was suppressed by Sarakiel, and he was furious.

With a loud shout, the god-level long sword in his right hand was raised high, and then fell down suddenly. It was completely made of ice blue pole, ten meters long and half a meter wide, and slashed towards Sarakiel. go!

Sarakir snorted extremely disdainfully, "Slash!"

Swinging the saber with his right hand, he greeted the ice-blue fighting spirit giant sword with an incomparably domineering strike.

There was only a loud bang, and the void seemed to be torn apart in an instant, and the violent fighting spirit swept away, forcing the abyss demon who had the strength of the late emperor level back nearly ten meters!

Sarakir stood in emptiness, motionless.

On the other hand, the ancestor of the Felkia family spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body involuntarily fell back tens of meters.

"Take another trick from me, so domineering!"

As soon as the words fell, Sarakir swung the saber in his hand, as if the speed was too fast, the entire arm and the saber seemed to disappear out of thin air!

The overwhelming fiery red saber aura rushed towards the ancestor of the Felkia family aggressively.

"I'll fight with you! The sword points to the world!" The ancestor of the Felkia family shouted, completely ignoring the saber energy attacking him.

An ice-blue sword light shot out from the long sword in his hand, attacking Sarakiel's chest at a speed several times faster than lightning...