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"Sang, Qi, Ye!"

Gou Wuyue's voice became completely deserted, as cold as ice, spreading the chill throughout the world.

He knew this old guy did it on purpose!

It wasn't that Gou Wuyue failed to save Yu Lingdi with one sword, but that this old guy was waiting.

Waiting for the Yuling Drops to be calcined and refined to their weakest state...

While waiting for Gou Wuyue to return to the game, a glimmer of hope filled his heart...

Waiting for Yu Lingdi to see the light again in hell and get a glimpse of the beauty of heaven...

He, then kill it with his own hands!

Yu Lingdi, in fact, died long ago.

Sang Qiye not only blocked the sword energy with two fingers, he even blocked time!

Stuck at a point where old and new grudges are particularly clear, he uses his famous stunt to stir up the anger of both parties to the extreme.

The most uncomfortable extreme!

Gou Wuyue breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew what Sang Qiye was going to do.

The other party just wanted him to stay and fight, and completely cut off his thoughts of supporting the four parties.

Completely, in this third confrontation, the unfinished battles from the previous two battles were completely settled.

Obviously, Sang Qiye succeeded.

Gou Wuyue stopped in mid-air.

He put away his sword and lowered his sleeves, took three breaths of silence for Yu Lingdi, and then raised his eyes.

"Buzz——"

Across the border of thousands of miles, the cyan power was pulled out from the earth, transformed into thousands of swords, and slowly soared into the sky.

A strong wind blew up, clouds flew in the air, and Gou Wuyue's robe was rustled wildly.

Every time the Ten Thousand Mo Swords rise one inch, the earth presses down three feet.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The rhythmic sound of the sword resounded in waves, piercing through all directions.

Even No. 33, who was far away in the eighth palace in the end game, joined hands with a group of people in white to look away from a distance.

They captured Cenchofu who was drained by the blood tree.

But over there, the battle between Moonless Sword Immortal seems to have just begun.

In fact, the voice of the sword world seemed to be an oath to everyone.

"The situation between life and death, no one can enter!"

It is clear.

The idlers here include Zhan Dao, and even more so the puppet of Tianji.

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"So strong."

Xu Xiaoshou's scalp exploded one after another, and even his soul seemed to crack at the sound of the sword.

At this time, Wan Qian Mo Jian has already volleyed into the sky and turned into a sword formation.

In the eyes of the formation, Sang Lao, who was wearing a sleeveless raincoat, stood with his arms folded. He seemed to be smiling.

In this world, if there really is an old enemy.

It seems that Sang Qiye has been involved with Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals in front of him, since decades ago, and it will be difficult to kill them all in his lifetime.

There is one thing and another thing, but it always ends at the third time.

This battle was the one he longed for.

Likewise, it is also the battle that Gou Wuyue longs for.

But before the war...

Sang Lao looked back, his lips and teeth closed.

"run."

Xu Xiaoshou heard a word in his ear, and he immediately felt that the imprisonment around his stiff body was broken, and he regained his mobility.

His first point is to know what is best to do at the moment.

"disappear……"

Before he could even finish the sentence in his mind, Xu Xiaoshou was stunned as a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

"Thumping!"

"Thumping!"

His heart suddenly beat violently, and Xu Xiaoshou didn't know why.

He was stunned for a while before he remembered that this seemed to be a special feeling similar to "perception" - a whim.

But there has never been a time when such a terrible whim would make him, a master, spit out blood for no reason!

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