Li Tianming's heavenly soul has countless swords in these nine-colored dragon scales.

In the real world, his body also held the black sword of the Donghuang Sword and pierced the wall of the Nine Dragon Emperor Burial.

Silver light flashed.

"So fast, so fierce, so like it!"

Yu Ziqian's eyes widened and dazzled.

"What do you like?" Lin Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes.

"Of course it's this sword technique, what do you think?" Yu Ziqiandao.

"I thought you fell in love with him." Lin Xiaoxiao said.

"Damn... Xiaoxiao, you are so bad."

Yu Ziqian shook his head and sighed.

Lin Xiaoxiao glared at him and ignored him.

She was holding the Dragon Blood God Huang in her arms and was still studying it carefully.

On the other side, Ye Lingfeng seemed to be blending into the darkness, and the vortex in his chest seemed to be expanding, and his whole body was shrouded in fog.

"Brother Xiaofeng is amazing." The old man in his arms exclaimed.
Chapter completed!