At this moment, a sudden dragon's chant.
The sword light, like a white silk ribbon, shot out from behind a large tree, as if thunderous in outrage.
The sword whistled through the air, unstoppable!
"Heh, Xue Mingtai, you're indeed here!"
Zhong Xiang turned around with a cold smile.
The Vermilion Bird in his hand rapidly expanded, about one zhang in diameter, and fiercely rushed towards the sword light that resembled a silk ribbon.
Where the Gang Qi Vermilion Bird passed, countless dust and bricks soared into the sky, wrapped by the Gang Wind, turning into an unstoppable grand momentum.
That person remained unyielding, merging man and sword, stabbing straight at the Gang Qi Vermilion Bird, seemingly risking his life.
Meanwhile, a dignified yet ethereal figure, with Gang Qi in hand, transformed into numerous golden lotuses, grand and sacred.
The golden lotuses jointly resisted the Gang Qi Vermilion Bird with the sword that resembled a white silk ribbon.
An Zichen arrived!
