Although Pockler showed disdain on his face, a terrifying aura erupted from his body.
He could feel that Lata Trashin's palm was definitely not small.
Pockler made a preemptive strike, shouted loudly, and then slammed out with a fierce palm.
Whoa.
Everyone's ears seemed to think of the sound of the waves, like a shocking wave hitting the table, with a majestic momentum.
boom.
The palms of the 2 collided again.
"To even fight with my Soul Breaking Palm, you are courting death!" Lata Trashin shouted angrily.
When Lata Trashin saw that Pockler was fighting recklessly with him, a hint of pride flashed on his face.
His Soul Breaking Palm is highly poisonous, and the palm wind is full of poisonous gas.
This Pockler followed his palms, that is to find his own way.
But soon, Lata Trashin was surprised to find that Pockler's palm had a 3-dimensional force.
A heavy is stronger than a heavy.
The first weight, instantly offset his palm strength.
The second level is to directly force the poison gas back.
The 3rd, actually invaded the tendons of his arm, and then exploded.
boom.
A bang.
Lata Trashin's arm instantly turned black.
The powerful force blasted his whole body out.
puff.
While the man was still in the air, Lata Trashin spewed out a mouthful of blood and suffered internal injuries.
Lata Trashin's strength is still inferior to that of Pockler.
"2nd brother…"
Lata Barshell was fighting against others, and when he saw Lata Trashin was injured, he rushed over and helped Lata Trashin up.
"4th, I'm fine, I can't die!"
Lata Trashin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The jet-black arm quickly recovered. After years of practice, Lata Trashin became immune to the poison of the Soul Broken Palm.
"2nd brother, let's go together, let this kid go first…"
Lata Barshell intends to join forces with Lata Trashin to depose Pockler first.
After all, the protagonist who led people to attack the Valley of the Wicked this time was Pockler.
If Pockler was defunct, the battle might have ended.
Lata Trashin nodded, and instantly the 2 of them walked towards Pockler.
But Pockler also had several Madrae family masters beside him, and they began to fight in an instant.
On the other hand, Lata Barbu fought against 5 half-step Noblian by himself.
With both hands casting Townon Townon magic, groups of purple flames surround him.
And the 5 half-step Votu-high also tried their best.
Everyone showed their trump cards, countless rays of light covered the sky, and a terrifying aura shrouded Lata Barbu's head.
rumbling…
In front of the whole valley of the wicked, it has become a purgatory field, with broken limbs and broken arms, blood flowing into rivers…
Whether it's the Valley of the Wicked, the Shadowless Villa and the Valley of the God of Medicine, they are all desperately protecting Tisaw.
Don't let anyone rush into the Valley of the Wicked to disturb Abel.
The war was fought from dawn to dusk…
At this time, Arkain, with a few experts from the Valley of the Wicked, guarded around the Demon Suppression Tower, listening to the fighting outside, Arkain became anxious early on.
"The 3rd master, who knows what happened to the boss, why don't we go out and see?"
A master of the Valley of the Wicked asked.
"No, brother said, no matter what happens, we can't leave, we must ensure Mr. Chitel's safety…"
Arkain shook his head and said.
In fact, at this moment, Arkain summoned more than anyone else, and almost all the masters of the Valley of the Wicked were left to him.
Now the fighting outside has been from dawn to dusk, and there is still no intention to stop.
Arkain also wanted to know what was going on outside.
But he couldn't leave. He knew that all the fighting outside was for Abel, who was cultivating at the moment.
If he left and someone broke in, all the fighting outside would be in vain.
"Mr. Chitel, I hope you can cultivate faster…"
Arkain looked in the direction of the Demon Town Tower and muttered to himself.
To be continued....
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