The long sword was unsheathed, and it roared with anger.

Ying Tianchang did not hold a sword, and the peach blossoms hung beside him to resist it with qi.

On the round platform, there was no wind, but it was dusty. The sword qi was like Ying Tianchang's tentacles extending out of his body, wantonly destroying and flying on the round platform, carrying wisps of sword intent, charging upward.

The sword qi was entangled with the canopy, rippling out a cloud-like sword aura aura and colorful colors, illuminating the faces of everyone in the tower.

Zheng Luo stood on top of his spiritual light canopy, covering his body with a mighty aura, like armor, overflowing with light, like a supreme god standing above the nine heavens.

Zheng Luo raised his hand slightly, and there was a waist-thick spiritual ...... in the spiritual light sky

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