Ye Chen was bleeding, and stepped back. Every step back, he trampled down a mountain.


    "Kill me, not a single one." The commander of the Celestial Clan roared, and eight million cultivators pressed down overwhelmingly.


    Poof! puff! puff!


    Ye Chen bleeds, bleeds all the way, and flips all the way.


    However, Ye Chen stabilized his figure in the sky, and the long sword in his hand slashed out again.


    Thunder Swordsmanship.


    In an instant, thunder filled the sky.


    Poof! puff!


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