dilapidated grass. It was Xu Jingming, whose armor had caved in, his face pale with blood at the corner of his mouth and his long spear also stained red. 。On the other side, the Monkey King held a lon..."Don't rush off everyonen't get close at all. Every time he was touched by the tip of the gun. 。Firing nine shots in succession, the suppression power grew stronger. 。My swordsmanship is too slow. Xu Jingming uses his spear...