Zhang Yihan was condescending, looking down at the immortal and rushing army. When those immortal and peaceful people still didn't know what was going on, the Fumo Sword that radiated golden light suddenly separated the sword energy.
In just two or three seconds, thousands of sword auras were condensed on the top of the blackhead ghost tree, following Zhang Yihan's shout.
Thousands of sword auras suddenly scattered towards the surroundings, all over the world, crashed, and fell into the crowd. The tragic situation that followed was indescribable. The countless sword auras were like cannonballs. Wherever it falls, it will basically be blown out of a big pit by the sword qi, and the body of the person who is cut by the sword qi will be pierced, and some will be directly nailed to the ground.
Chapter end
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