Remnant clouds hung in the mountains, snow and mist filled the air, and the air smelled of blood. There was bright red blood flowing on the ground, melting snow, which was extremely terrifying.

The divine sound is like thunder, and the spell is practiced to cut off the ancient wood and green rock.

Jiang Xinyue watched the sword cultivator perform the sword technique, and a wisp of sword light slashed down, how could she not be surprised. In a panic, he took out something from the storage bag and protected it in front of him.

"Bang ......"

With a loud bang, the white-clothed sword fell into the distance like a broken paper kite. I saw a large mouthful of blood spurting out of the sword cultivator's mouth, and his body trembled, and he actually fell.

Jiang Xinyue saw the tragic situation of that person, and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Look at your own hands......

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