Long Yingxiao's figure soared into the sky.

The Seventy-Two Peaks Sword Qi followed closely behind.

Long Yingxiao held the sword with both hands, drew the sword, and pointed the sword at the scorching sun.

Seventy-two sword energies merged into one, and a huge sword cut through the sky.

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"Ode to the Taiqing Palace" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty:

The clouds in the sky are drooping, and the waters of the four seas are standing. The phoenix is ​​too late to go away, and the whale bends to attract each other.

All the clouds in the sky sank, and all the water in the sea churned. The phoenix hovered and refused to leave, and all kinds of fish jumped out of the water.

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The giant sword dissipated in the air.

After Long Yingxiao landed, he finally realized what had happened, and he hurriedly pulled Long Ling away from the place.

"What kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"

Long Yingxiao said while running:

"Just made my own."

"Does it have a name?"

Long Yingxiao turned around and looked at the Seventy-Two Peaks and said:
Chapter completed!