Huge boulders scattered all over the sky, raising pieces of smoke and dust.

But the figure of the young man holding the sword slowly knelt on the ground.

Ling Tian held the ancient sword and leaned it in front of him. He looked up at the yin and yang colors that had reunited in mid-air. A trace of pain finally appeared in his eyes.

Is it still... over?

Even if he tried his best and worked hard day and night, the shortcomings of Dan Hai were still exposed at this time.

It's not...lasting enough.

If you can't kill the enemy with one sword, you can only sit back and wait for death!

"Junior brother, although I don't know why you have hatred in your heart, but... I am willing to die with you."

Just when Ling Tian fell into despair, a beautiful figure in yellow walked slowly from behind and hugged him tightly.

Around them, the Taoism flourished, and the immortal sound was vast, like a Hongmeng divine bell, which instantly enveloped the two figures.

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