After Ye Wushuang finished speaking, another long sword flew out of the box. As soon as this sword appeared, there was a roar of thunder. The sword was wrapped with a layer of thunder and lightning, making a crackling sound, and it was like a catastrophe, slashing at the ancient heroes.

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"Soft Cloud Finger!"

The sword chant resounded throughout the world.

The seventh sword flew out from the sword box. It was a soft sword, thinner than a hair. I don't know what material it was made of. It was very soft.

As soon as this sword came out, it directly bound the ancient heroic spirit's body.

"Qiang!"

The loud sword chant sounded again, and immediately after, a sword light flew out from the sword box.

This is a wooden sword.

The sword body looked very rough, and there was even a crack in the middle, as if it was made of a dead ancient wood.

Ye Wushuang grabbed the wooden sword, and with a flash of his body, like a dragon soaring through the sky, he raised his sword and struck it down.
Chapter completed!