Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

asy to kill, but also because when he defeated it, his arm pierced its head. Vaguely, a heat flow flowed along the golden claws into his body, and then his blood boiled. 。The Golden Dragon's body and..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonblade. 。Lei Yan hastily increased the jet, but he still felt a sense of being cut into pieces. 。Such a powerful attack. 。At the same time that Jian Zhanheng was astonished, his sixth soul skill was a...