The approaching momentum is domineering and mighty.

Like a raging gust of wind, it is unstoppable.

In just an instant, Fan Hu and Zheng Xinjia had already escaped from the encirclement.

He was repelled on the spot by a sharp sword energy.

A flush suddenly appeared on Fan Hu's face.

He looked at the burly figure showing his figure not far away, and said in disbelief:

"Xue Wangxing?!"

The one who appeared in front was the captain of the Ninth Corps,

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