"Boom"

The huge rock exploded and the smoke flew away. For a moment, the figure could not be seen clearly. Fortunately, Pan Lingxuan was far away.

Hui Lifei touched the sword with one hand, as if he was stroking his beloved woman.

The sword was grayish-white, and it was about four feet wide for index fingers. It had no edge or tip.

Qi Lifei said softly: "I will call you a sword in the stone in the future. I hope I can carry forward you and let everyone know your existence."

The sword in the stone trembled slightly, as if responding to Hui Lifei.

He sacred the sword in the stone, and instantly passed the cliff top and entered the blue sky and white clouds.

Pan Lingxuan felt sad when she saw him leaving with the sword. He actually left. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and even threw a big beauty here.

Squatting on the ground, she started crying.

"Let's go!"

Zhi Lifei appeared behind him at some point and gently patted Pan Lingxuan's back.

"Catch me! The sword-control technique I just learned is not very good!"

"Ah! Don't stagger."

"Looking at the front, I hit the mountain."

There are many white clouds and the clouds are very thin. They are wrapped around the ears of two people like thin silk.

Being above the sea of ​​clouds, Pan Lingxuan is in a very broad mood.

The wind blew, blew across the corners of their clothes.

A squeak sound.
Chapter completed!