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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty: That Sword, This Sword(2/2)

Rice paper burns very quickly,

Starting from one corner and burning quickly to the middle,

It burned to the word sword.

Actually very quickly,

Just in the blink of an eye,

That willow leaf flying knife seemed to have been weathered,

Get out,

Walk into the air,

Then turned into flying debris,

at the same time,

That piece of rice paper burned,

Turning into black ash, it is floating in the air,

There seemed to be a moment of silence between heaven and earth,

Then, the hustle and bustle resumed in the next moment.

Gu Zhan staggered backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and bursts of golden light erupted from his body. That was the Tiangang Golden Body. However, the Tiangang Golden Body, which was usually invulnerable, had many small sword marks at this moment.

Blood overflowed from Gu Zhan's skin,

A few strands of hair fell down,

The hairband was broken, the hair was disheveled, and there was a sword mark on the face with blood flowing, making it look a bit ferocious.

On the other hand, Qi Qianyu, who was on the opposite side, flew directly backwards and was hit hard. He fell to his knees, with blood spurting from his mouth. His whole body was trembling, and his face was pale, as if he was just recovering from a serious illness.

His hair was disheveled, he beat the place hard, and yelled hysterically: "Lie to me, you lie to me, Qi Baiyu, you lie to me..."

They keep saying that they are invincible in swordsmanship,

To say that it is unparalleled in the world,

This sword of yours can't even kill such a nameless person, it can't even kill a mere innate warrior, you are unparalleled in the world, you are in the first realm...

It's all lies, it's all fake,

You lied to me!

You lied to me……"

The sun is shining brightly,

The manor was still in chaos, with fighting everywhere.

No one realized at all that just for a moment,

There has been a battle between heaven and man,

"Trash is trash!"

Gu Zhan gently wiped the blood on his face, revealing an obvious sword mark. He chuckled, stretched out his hand, and the horizontal sword flew into his hand, and rushed towards Qi Qianyu step by step.

There were sword marks all over his body, and blood overflowed and soaked his black clothes red.

Qi Qianyu looked at the rushing Gu Zhan in horror, and wanted to escape, but the sword he borrowed from Qi Baiyu just now had exhausted all his energy, and now he was completely paralyzed and unable to move at all.
Chapter completed!
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