The sickle rotates, carrying the breath of death, like the dead in the night dancing.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Shadow Palace, Wuying exerted all her strength at this moment.

Lin Xuan remained as motionless as a rock, and he felt a danger of death.

However, this did not shake his confidence.

"Wind and Thunder Slash"

The Qiuhen Sword fell down with a bang, and with the intent of the Great Dragon Sword, it slashed down like a sky sword.

The air waves on both sides flew backwards, and a 50-meter vacuum zone was formed in the center, and the terrifying sword light instantly submerged the front.

Wuying also had a black sickle dance, turning into a huge sickle phantom, slashing backwards.

Most of the ring was shining with light, and everyone could not see clearly, and they dared not protrude their soul power.

The sword intent is extremely sharp, and it is said to be able to break through nothingness, let alone soul power.

At the edge of the arena, the translucent light rippled, like bubbles, as if it could be broken at any time.

Everyone subconsciously retreated three meters and looked at the ring nervously.

After a long time, the sword light disappeared and the ring returned to Qingming again.

Everyone couldn't wait to look at it and immediately took a breath of air conditioning.

A terrifying sword mark appeared on the extremely hard ground, more than 30 meters long.

Among the cracks, a figure was shaking.
Chapter completed!