One day, two days...

Time passes slowly.

Li Tianming's heavenly soul, within these nine-color dragon scales, fired countless swords.

In the real world, his body also holds the black sword of the Eastern Emperor Sword, piercing the wall of the Kowloon Emperor's Burial Hall.

Lines of silver light flashed.

"So fast, so fierce, I love it!"

Yu Ziqian's eyes widened and he was dazzled.

"What do you like?" Lin Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes.

"Of course it's this sword art, what do you think?" Yu Ziqian said.

"I thought you fell in love with him." Lin Xiaoxiao said.

"Let me wipe... Xiaoxiao, how are you?"

Yu Ziqian shook his head and sighed.

Lin Xiaoxiao glared at him and ignored him.

She holds the Dragon Blood Divine Desolation in her arms and is still studying it carefully.

On the other side, Ye Lingfeng seemed to be melting into the darkness. The vortex in his chest seemed to be expanding, and his whole person was shrouded in mist.

"Brother Xiaofeng is so awesome." The old man who accompanied me praised him.
Chapter completed!