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Chapter 10573 Refining the Demonic Cloak!(2/2)

At the same time, he stamped his feet, pushing the formation to the extreme.

Their family formation is an ancient sword formation with infinite power.

Even the 48th level God King Ancestor cannot break through this formation in a short time.

It was enough for their family to respond and even call for help.

Boom boom boom!

A bright light lit up around them, and sword aura emerged one after another, covering the entire family, forming an ancient sword formation.

When seeing this scene, the Red Flame Sword God breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter who the enemy is, they can't rush in.

boom.

The next moment, there was a loud noise, the formation shook violently, and then split into two halves.

What? How is it possible?

The Red Flame Sword God was stunned,

Their family's ancient sword formation was shattered in an instant.

This is incredible,

The formation that even the 48th-level ancestor couldn't break was actually broken instantly.

Who took action?

Wouldn't he be a giant?

Could it be that the Brachiosaurus took action?

Thinking of this, the Scarlet Flame Sword God's scalp went numb.

The next moment, he felt a sword energy piercing his eyebrows, and then he fell down suddenly.

The Red Flame Sword God's eyes widened, and in the end he only had one thought:

This is not a wild-armed ape, this is an extremely terrifying sword god.

The Red Flame Sword God has fallen,

The entire ancient sword formation was split into two halves with one sword.

Not only that, the entire Sword Spirit Clan also shook violently, and then a crack split the family in half.

Within the Sword Spirit Clan, numerous buildings were reduced to ashes.

A large number of disciples turned into blood mist,

Screams sounded,

Everyone was confused,

what happened?

They had just heard the roar of the Red Flame Sword God, and before they could react, the entire family collapsed in an instant.

With a loud noise, the Sword Spirit clan was reduced to ruins,

Dust is flying and smoke is rising.

The screams are endless,

Damn it, who dares to run wild in our family!

Seven rays of sword light rushed out from the ruins, illuminating the world, tearing through the dust and smoke, and breaking through the smoke.

They are the current seven masters of the Sword Spirit Tribe.

The seven sword gods stepped into the void with murderous intent, and they stared ahead.
Chapter completed!
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