Ding Xiaoyi shouted fiercely,

The sword in his hand made a trembling sound, and the sword energy crisscrossed and moved towards the cold young man.

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"Slay the love and the sky",

The cold young man did not change his expression, and he shouted loudly.

The long sword in his hand stirred up a sharp and domineering sword light, and the sword light rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi like a tide.

Then,

The cold young man moved,

I saw his figure as wind, turning into afterimages in front of Ding Xiaoyi's eyes.

The cold young man was extremely fast, and Ding Xiaoyi could hardly capture the other party's trajectory.

"Wait",

The sword energy is ubiquitous,

The sword intent rushed to all directions like a surging wave.

Ding Xiaoyi's figure also moved, and he broke all the methods with one sword.

The sword in his hand condensed with a dazzling sword energy.

The long sword in the cold young man's hand also reached Ding Xiaoyi's front.

With a "slam" sound,

A sound like a water splash was avoided came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears.

The long sword in his hand trembled even more.

With a "snatch" sound,

The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand, the sequential sword energy, rushed towards a certain place in the air,

At this moment, an unparalleled sword wind slashed through his chest.

"Hiss",

Ding Xiaoyi's clothes on his chest were torn apart by the knife light in the cold young man's hand.

A cold and cold sword wind poured into his chest.

Ding Xiaoyi's figure paused,

The long sword in his hand passed by the cold young man's left shoulder.

But his chest was surging, and the torn knife aura was damaging his internal organs.

"Wow",

Ding Xiaoyi felt a fishy feeling surge in his chest and rushed towards his throat.

This made his face change and blood spurted out from his mouth.

The cold young man passed by Ding Xiaoyi.

Then the long sword in his hand rolled up a more dazzling light and covered Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi was caught off guard and his figure shook.

A mistake was made under his feet, and his body barely avoided the sharp knife.

The domineering sword light cut off several gray hairs from his head.

Body like the wind,

The cold young man once again bullied himself,

Ding Xiaoyi felt that the sword energy in his chest was like a series of solid small swords, wantonly destroying his internal organs.

In a hurry, he raised his sword and rushed towards the long sword.

A crisp sound of "clang" sounded,

Ding Xiaoyi's body took more than ten steps back.

After more than ten steps, he stabilized his body.

But there was a numb pain in his arms, and the cold young man was far stronger than him.

Ding Xiaoyi suffered a considerable loss.

But the cold young man did not press forward, but looked at him coldly.

"Give up",

The cold young man's voice had an irresistible magic, and he advised Ding Xiaoyi.

"Give up?"

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the young man bitterly.

He raised the long sword in his hand again, and the sword intent that was stirring around him once again stirred up like a volcano eruption.

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