"You're looking for death, you know?"

Zong Ying took another step forward, and the momentum on his body also skyrocketed: "Finally, I will give you another chance, hand over the storage ring of the Black Eagle Thief!"

As he spoke, the long sword behind Zong Ying suddenly trembled, and then with a groan, it flew out of its sheath, turning into a blue light and falling into Zong Ying's right hand.

Song Yan smiled and said lightly: "I'm sorry, my chance is really not uncommon!"

"Then you're going to die!"

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