He looked up and looked at the long sword that was rushing towards the man with a momentum like the collapse of a mountain and a sea.

He couldn't feel the cold sword qi, only that inexplicable coercion smashed all over the world, as if it had the potential to smash the man in ink.

At this moment, the man in the dark clothes suddenly appeared.

He rushed from the dark night with his bare hands, and his body was covered with golden light, and the cold aura spread wantonly.

He himself was like a sword, standing beside the man in ink, protecting him.

"You...... It's not that you don't save ...... I'm ......," the man in ink said weakly.

"People who are selfish and indifferent are duplicitous." He said.

The sound is not loud, but it is the only one who can ...... in the darkness of the sky

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