A smog of smoke filled the air.

The sword light shot out of the smoke, and it looked more like a bag with holes, and things turned into those holes and leaked out.

"Young Master, be careful." Shao San immediately took a step forward, and at the same time he used the energy in his body. A wall of air appeared in front of him, blocking the rippling waves of air.

Those cultivators with lower cultivation levels, after watching the excitement that they should not have watched, there were still many of them, who were bleed by the waves of the seven holes.

There are many people who died here.

It can be seen that Mingxing Sword Master and the eight men are powerful.

When the smoke gradually dissipated, Shao Shuai asked quickly: "How is it, who won?"

"No accident happened." Shao San said calmly.

Although I didn't say it bluntly, the meaning inside and outside is already very clear.

No accidents occurred.

In other words, Mingxing Sword Master still couldn't turn the tables at the last moment.

The original flat ground is now becoming bumpy.

Devastated and shocking.

The long swords in the hands of the eight great men were still tightly held, standing there like a sculpture, with no diminishing momentum on their bodies, and beside him was the body of Mingxing Sword Master lying.

Once you die.

One life.

This is the final result.

After waiting for a long time, the eight big man took a deep breath, turned around, and planned to leave.

It's considered...

A little better, right?
Chapter completed!