"Buzz!"

The giant sword stopped.

Cold sweat broke out on Long Fei's forehead, and he cursed in his heart, "Damn it, I almost died."

You only live once.

It is not a game and cannot be resurrected.

"Huh huh..." Long Fei panted heavily, raised his eyes slightly to look at the huge ancient sword intention that had not yet left, and said: "Sword Master, if you don't put away this sword intention, you and I will be exposed.

You and I don’t have the strength to fight against the Celestial Clan right now.”

Long Fei had already put away the power of the underworld, and thought to himself: "Damn, it's all ancient inherited power, why is my power so weak?"

"How on earth do you need to practice to improve this damn ancient inherited power?"

"Your sister!"

As soon as Jian Lao's thoughts moved, the turbulent courtyard suddenly became silent. He stared at the curse mark of the Heavenly Clan that was slowly hidden on Long Fei's chest and said, "Why did your mark disappear so quickly?"

The marks on him are still all over his body.

It takes several hours to disappear. In order to hide these marks, Jian Lao also paid an extremely heavy price. His cultivation has not improved for hundreds of years just to hide these curse marks.

"And... why is there only a small mark on your chest?"

Long Fei said: "I don't know about this, maybe it's because your head is more valuable than mine."

"We'll talk about these things later."

"Mr. Jian, we are from the same clan, and overthrowing the Celestial Clan is our common goal. You just said that there is a disciple of the Celestial Clan in the East Imperial City who is in the realm of the emperor. Can you defeat him?"
Chapter completed!