Yu Linglong raised her long sword and faced it without fear. The two of them soon fought together, and sparks suddenly flew out, accompanied by a deafening explosion.

The two men shot so fast that they couldn't see clearly at all. They only saw two groups of black figures moving quickly, rushing left and right!

The gatehouse in front could no longer withstand it. The two men collided violently and fell down, causing dust to rise all over the sky.

The next moment, a man staggered out of the dust and smoke. His mouth opened and a mouthful of blood spurted out. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

"Linglong!" Dewey exclaimed from behind, took a step forward, and directly supported the person.

It was Yu Linglong who was injured.

At this time, the old man walked out of the dust and smoke, looked at Yu Linglong, smiled and said: "You have indeed reached the god level, but you are only at the early stage of the first level.

Do you know what my cultivation level is? Let me tell you about the mid-level level. At the god level, if my cultivation level is one level lower, my combat power will be at least five times higher than yours. How can you fight against me?"

The butler at the back gritted his teeth and said: "You dare to come to the palace to cause trouble with such ability, you are looking for death!

The old immortal, chop off her head, take out her heart, liver and lungs, and sacrifice her soul to the young prince."

The old man nodded, walked towards Yu Linglong, sighed and said: "Actually, I really cherish your talents. I really want to take you under my banner and let you be my cauldron, but

You shouldn't have killed the young prince. You are seeking death on your own. No one else is to blame. Well, I will send you on your way now. You will die. No wonder others are only blaming you for being too arrogant!"

After saying that, he instantly arrived in front of Yu Linglong, raised the crutch in his hand, and smashed it towards Yu Linglong's head.

The butler behind said solemnly: "You still want to compete with the old god, you are not qualified..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene that happened next made his pupils suddenly shrink.

He was surprised to see that when the old god's powerful and heavy crutch was a foot away from Yu Linglong's head, a big hand stretched out, separated his two fingers, and directly jammed the end of the crutch. No matter how hard the old man used it,

The crutch can't move any further!

The housekeeper's eyes almost popped out of his head. The old man's steel crutch weighed more than two hundred kilograms. It couldn't even bear the concrete floor and was smashed directly.

Now he was wielding it with all his strength, and the power was so powerful that it was extremely powerful. However, this man actually received this fatal blow with two fingers. Who is this man? Why is his skill so terrifying?

The butler took a closer look and couldn't help being shocked. He clearly saw that it was Dewey who took action!

The housekeeper couldn't believe his eyes. Dewey was able to catch a full blow from a god-level expert. Could it be that he was also a god-level expert?

The housekeeper was instantly in disarray. Why did so many god-level masters suddenly appear?

How come this god-level master has become like a cabbage?

The housekeeper was completely stunned, dumbfounded.

The old man also realized that something was wrong. He immediately abandoned his crutches, stamped his feet and prepared to retreat quickly.

At this time, Dewey looked at the old man opposite, smiled solemnly and said, "I hurt my wife and want to leave. I'm overthinking it. Just stay here today!"

The butler behind him reacted. He looked at Dewey and laughed angrily: "Old man, I admit that you are somewhat capable, but if a god-level master wants to quit, you don't have the ability to kill him...

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