Chapter: 6818
Lei Laosan and the others beside him were also very moved.
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Yanshan, His Highness the God of War.
It was devastated.
As far as the eye can see, there are many ravines.
The bright red blood flowed down along the jagged rocks of Yanshan Mountain like fresh blood.
The provincial martial arts coalition formed by the Juggernaut and the King of Fighters failed to resist the pressure of Truman's army after all.
After several days of fierce fighting, they were completely defeated.
In the end, it turned into a one-sided massacre!
The warriors from Jiangnan Province, Xijiang Province, and the three eastern provinces all fell under the butcher's knife of the strong Chumen.
Tang Hao, Grandmaster of Haotian, couldn't bear to see Yanxia warriors being brutally slaughtered.
With serious injuries, he rushed into the battle and fought desperately with those Trumen powerhouses.
However, the gap in strength between the two forces is so large.
There was no need for Chu Yuan to do anything. Several elders of the Tru Clan joined forces with the Chu Clan Dragon Guards, and nearly ten masters and strongmen jointly strangled Tang Hao.
Even if it is consumed, a titled grandmaster can be consumed to death!
What's more, all the powerful Truman masters have combined attack formations.
With the joint efforts of the ten great masters, even if they confront Tang Hao head-on, they will not lose the wind in the slightest.
In the end, Tang Hao died in battle!
He was pierced through the heart with a sword by the elders of Truman.
On that day, the sky was soaked in blood, and the scarlet blood was more dazzling than the blazing sunset.
The once tall and majestic Han paper just fell on that hot summer evening!
"Tang Hao!"
"Master Haotian!"
Behind him, countless people cried out in pity and compassion.
The miserable cries and roars were like tens of millions of people crying together.
However, Tang Hao could no longer hear the bitter voices of the world.
He stood on the top of Yanshan Mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed his whole body red.
The black sledgehammer in his hand no longer had the brilliance of the past.
However, he still holds it. JrNovels.com
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Yanshan, His Highness the God of War.
It was devastated.
As far as the eye can see, there are many ravines.
The bright red blood flowed down along the jagged rocks of Yanshan Mountain like fresh blood.
The provincial martial arts coalition formed by the Juggernaut and the King of Fighters failed to resist the pressure of Truman's army after all.
After several days of fierce fighting, they were completely defeated.
In the end, it turned into a one-sided massacre!
The warriors from Jiangnan Province, Xijiang Province, and the three eastern provinces all fell under the butcher's knife of the strong Chumen.
Tang Hao, Grandmaster of Haotian, couldn't bear to see Yanxia warriors being brutally slaughtered.
With serious injuries, he rushed into the battle and fought desperately with those Trumen powerhouses.
However, the gap in strength between the two forces is so large.
There was no need for Chu Yuan to do anything. Several elders of the Tru Clan joined forces with the Chu Clan Dragon Guards, and nearly ten masters and strongmen jointly strangled Tang Hao.
Even if it is consumed, a titled grandmaster can be consumed to death!
What's more, all the powerful Truman masters have combined attack formations.
With the joint efforts of the ten great masters, even if they confront Tang Hao head-on, they will not lose the wind in the slightest.
In the end, Tang Hao died in battle!
He was pierced through the heart with a sword by the elders of Truman.
On that day, the sky was soaked in blood, and the scarlet blood was more dazzling than the blazing sunset.
The once tall and majestic Han paper just fell on that hot summer evening!
"Tang Hao!"
"Master Haotian!"
Behind him, countless people cried out in pity and compassion.
The miserable cries and roars were like tens of millions of people crying together.
However, Tang Hao could no longer hear the bitter voices of the world.
He stood on the top of Yanshan Mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed his whole body red.
The black sledgehammer in his hand no longer had the brilliance of the past.
However, he still holds it. JrNovels.com
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