The crocodile-headed Dead Clan's Great Saint was extremely fast. In an instant, he chased behind Da Sikong. A ray of death light appeared on the hammer-shaped warrior in his hand. He suddenly raised it and smashed it to Da Sikong's head.

The power of this hammer has reached the point where the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm is not weaker than the full blown attack of the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm. He doesn't believe that this fat white monk can still withstand it.

"Uncle Master, you're here to save me." Da Sikong looked ahead with a look of joy.

The crocodile-headed Dead Clan sneered in his eyes, without any movement.

This white fat monk has used this trick twice before, but he actually wants to use it for the third time?

As the war hammer was about to fall on the head of the Grand Commander, a sword sounded.

"Wow—"

The ancient sword of Chenyuan turned into a black sword light, slashing on the body of the crocodile-headed Dead Clan, and the hammer and body in his hand were broken into two pieces and threw them out to the rear.

The blood of the Great Sage of the Dead Tribe dyed this area of ​​water red.

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Chapter completed!