Today's evening breeze somehow blew very strongly, like a knife with a blade, swishing on the leaves, with this cool moonlight. I don't know what's going on, but I always feel like something big is happening. Yaoyin closed her eyes tightly and sat in the formation where swords were flying everywhere, as if nothing had happened.

The sword light and sword shadow, the ghost crying wolf, the scream that seems to be nothing, if it weren't for the people in the formation, and the slight movement caused by breathing, there would have been a kind of beautiful woman who died in this formation at that moment.

Such a big air wave, suppressing the leaves, and the distressing wails in the air, one by one......

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