Chapter 851 Blood Devil Puppets

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At the same time, a Wusheng wearing a bronze mask chopped off a strange man's left arm with one knife, but his opponent's backhand waved a machete without blinking his eyebrows. The machete glittered with magical brilliance and cut across the Wusheng's neck.

"Whoop!"

The Wusheng's skull flew...

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