The purple-gold sword qi shuttled in the peach forest where the peach blossoms were flying, and every time he swung the sword, he would cut off a petal, the petals fell slowly, the incision was unusually neat, and there was even a faint purple gold air turning, and a little bead of sweat oozed from the forehead of the black-robed young man, who didn't seem to feel tired at all, blindly wielding the divine sword, as if the human sword was one.

Chapter 87 of "Chitaki Question" Time flies is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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