"go!"

"Again!"

Ji Ruxue raised her beautiful eyebrows, repeated her old trick, and blocked another sword.

But I saw that Feng Wuchen was unwilling to give up.

"It's not over yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flying sword struck!

The flying swords struck her one after another, although they could not cause any harm to her.

But the distance between her and Feng Wuchen is getting farther and farther.

Being forced to be so passive by a boy with a golden body, she gradually became angry.

Every sword that boy sends out is a spiritual sword!

Each handle is worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins!

Doesn't he really feel bad about his lunch?

Of course Feng Wuchen wouldn't feel bad.

Almost all of these spiritual swords were looted, and their total value was only a few million gold coins.

With his current net worth, he wouldn't care about such a small profit.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the barrier of the Dragon Palace's secrets, Feng Wuchen secretly let out a sigh of relief.

As long as he keeps this rhythm and gives him half a quarter of an hour at most, he can reach the vortex.

"Wind Demon! If I let you escape today, I, Ji Ruxue, will be the proud genius of the Eastern Region in vain!"

With this sweet shout, Ji Ruxue's body stopped pressing forward step by step and paused in the air.
Chapter completed!