If you like “” you can or share it with more real madrid book friends through the button below. Gu Dongchen and Wu Kaiming both appeared behind Chen Xiang and the others. At the same time, a middle-aged man in a golden robe also appeared in front of Chen Xiang and them. Chen Xiang and the others stopped, but those six people had already been abused beyond human form. Although they didn’t die, they were worse off than dead! The middle-aged man of the Holy Light Cult was very strong, with an ordinary appearance, but he possessed a compelling power. At this time, he was full of anger and glared at Gu Dongchen viciously. “Well, you Gu Dongchen! I’ll make you regret it if you return to the Taiwu Sect!” The middle-aged man in the golden robe said through gritted teeth. “Qin Zejun, it was your disciples of the Holy Light Sect who were wrong. We are just taking revenge. This is a matter of course!” Gu Dongchen sneered. Chen Xiang and the others retreated behind Gu Dongchen and Wu Kaiming. If Chen Xiang read correctly, the middle-aged man in the golden robe is very likely to be the leader of the Holy Light Cult, and his strength should be the same as that of Gu Dongchen. Qin Zejun looked at the disciples moaning and calling for help on the ground, he frowned, waved his hand and released a burst of golden palm shadows, blasting and killing all six of them, leaving nothing behind. “Shameful and conspicuous thing!” After Qin Zejun yelled angrily, he looked at Gu Dongchen: “Don’t you know your situation yet?” They saw Qin Zejun treat his disciples so viciously, Chen Xiang felt furious in his heart, now they I don’t like flashscore holy light religion even more. “Of course I know, and we also know that it’s your fault!” Gu Dongchen’s eyes were murderous, his fists clenched slightly, and it was obvious that he was very angry about this matter. Qin Zejun raised the corners of his mouth and smiled cruelly: “Gu Dongchen

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