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Seven hundred and seventieth chapters funeral flowers unsheathed(2/2)

On the Shenglong platform, as Lin Yun dodged, countless afterimages were destroyed.

"So strong!"

"It's Ziyue Cave Heaven's disciple again!"

"Purple Moon Cave Heaven, this is going against heaven!"

"It seems that among the seven groups, there are still some masters. At least Feng Wudao, Qin Yang, and now Yan Luoyu, their performances are extremely impressive."

The giant spherical net condensed by the broken moon bathed the entire Shenglong Platform in bright purple light. It could be said that it was extremely eye-catching and attracted the attention of many people in an instant.

"How long can I hide?"

Yan Luoyu raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, formed a seal with his hands, and the beam of light bursting out from the sky became more and more concentrated.

But before he finished speaking, a flash of sword light suddenly lit up on the Shenglong Platform. The moment the sword light flashed, it suppressed the light of the purple moonlight.

Except for the sword light, the Shenglong Platform was completely dark. Yan Luoyu's pupils shrank sharply. Just as he was about to see the strangeness of the sword light clearly, the giant spherical net in the sky swayed into nothingness, and then a dazzling light appeared.

It filled his eyes.

In the bright light, he could see nothing.

Phew!

When the sword light dissipated, Yan Luoyu spit out blood and flew directly out of the Shenglong Platform and fell into the lake.

Bang!

The surface of the lake immediately rolled up with violent waves, and like a dragon swaying its tail, Yan Luoyu was knocked out hard. After landing, he screamed in pain and rolled back and forth many times.

"Trouble, if I had known I should have drawn my sword from the beginning."

Lin Yun sheathed his sword and shook his head.
Chapter completed!
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