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Chapter 302 I'll beat you to death 5
Level [-] warriors are the pinnacle masters of the human race. Since the history of the human race has been recorded, there has never been a warrior of level [-].

Therefore, it is the same for all races, even beast races and wood races. The seventh level is equal to the peak, and there can only be existences beyond the seventh level, but there has never been an eighth-level master.
And now, what is Feng Shukuang talking about?Eighth level, eighth level master?
"It's like a dream, it's like a dream, it's as real as it is false." In the midst of Mo Qianchen's shock, Xuan Tianhao's shocked voice also came over.

These eight characters are the strength of eighth-level warriors speculated by countless seventh-level peak masters in the martial arts hall, that is, true or false, false or true.

He can be whatever image he wants to give to outsiders, and he can do whatever he wants. Outsiders cannot see through, figure out, or even determine who is him.

Eighth level, eighth level master.

Mo Qianchen looked up at the person who came leisurely in the sky, and his silver teeth clenched unconsciously for a moment. An eighth-level master, an eighth-level master that has never been heard of, a master whose strength surpasses her.

The wind blows, and the coldness brought by the faint autumn wind is shocking.

Silence, silent silence.

If it was said that when Feng Shukuang and Xuan Tianhao were fighting just now, it was full of mourning, ghosts and wolves howling endlessly, then at this time it was dead silence, a silent death silence.

No one spoke, no one screamed, no one cried bitterly, and all the people in this world were stunned.

Eighth-level masters, completely beyond their imagination.

Eighth-level master, the eighth-level master that actually appeared in front of you.

At this moment, all the people gathered around the ruins stared dumbfounded at the person who came alone in the sky, what kind of dragon, what kind of monster, what kind of emperor, at this moment, this person is the supreme.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and there is no sound.

"Xuan Wuyan, is this how you greet an old friend when he comes to visit?" There came a faint laughter, which sounded very soft, but it made people feel that there was no trace of laughter floating out in the dead silence.

Down below, the shocked Human Sovereign looked at the man in midair, frowned fiercely upon hearing this, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

old friend?Does he have any old friends who are eighth-level masters?
Seeing Xuan Wuyan frowning and thinking hard, the eighth-level master waved his sleeve robe, slapped away the non-existent dust on his body, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are such a noble person who forgets things, even I am lawless."

"Lawless, you are lawless." Shocked, no, the word shock can no longer describe Human Sovereign's expression at this time, Human Sovereign's expression at this time is almost as if he saw a ghost crawling out of hell, terrified, angry and shocked, All kinds of expressions are presented on Renhuang's face, which makes people dare not look directly at them.

"Haha, you still remember this deity. It's worthy of me that I came to you first as soon as I came out of retreat." The eighth-level master, lawless, looked at the expression of the emperor, and laughed happily for a moment.

That laughter sounded extraordinarily happy, as if he was very happy with the Emperor's expression at this time.

Who is this?But Mo Qianchen couldn't figure it out. He had never heard of such a lawless person.

"The king who doesn't care about the zone." Just as Mo Qianchen was puzzled, Feng Shukuang suddenly fell to the ground beside him, and whispered to Mo Qianchen.

Mo Qianchen's eyes widened suddenly, the king of the three-way zone?The ruler of the no-nonsense zone who has been strangled by the three clans, but has never perished?
(End of this chapter)