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"With the help of the eighth level of the Samsara Sword Formation and the realm of ice-fire swimming dragon ruler, it's really easy for me to kill these rank six Peak True Saints." Jian Wushuang was proud of the void, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Then he looked at the battlefield next to him.
Whoosh!
He moved and rushed toward the battlefield.
On the battlefield, Xin Wu and Dao Dragon were fighting fiercely. Xin Wu had been completely suppressed and was even forced to retreat.
At this time, he saw Jian Wushuang rushing toward him again.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Xin Wu cursed loudly, his eyes surging with fury.
He had never expected that his four rank six Peak True Saints and an initial rank six True Saint would be unable to deal with a little guy who was only a rank four True Saint.
Not to mention being able to do anything, even they themselves had died at the hands of this rank four True Saint.