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0298: Vigorously fight against the wind with a guaranteed monthly pass(2/2)

The bright golden sword suddenly shone like the sun in the sun.

Kou Zhong and Duan Zhengchun both shouted and couldn't help but avoid their eyes, tears streaming down their faces.

boom!!

The ground shook violently under Jiang Dali's black boots, and the bright sword light slashed out with a majestic force.

Under the condensation of its essence and the power of the sword, it was as if the air in the entire surrounding space had been solidified by the sword, turning into a madly sweeping sword energy that enveloped everything.

Just like the arrival of spring, countless plants begin to grow wildly and dig out of the soil. The warm current melts the ice of the rocks. Colors of purple and red compete with each other. The vibrant atmosphere is filled with countless joy and madness, and it is unstoppable!

If Ba Dao's sentimental knife is a knife of tenderness, it is the quiet arrival of early spring, pervasive, slow but rolling, the new grass slumping with a smile, and the soft branches of the willows swaying as if in distress...

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Then Jiang Dali's Love Sword is the real domineering sword, Dali's Sword.

It's the time of spring when the rising sun rises. The spring breeze is mighty and the spring rain is pouring. It tears all the ice layers arrogantly and domineeringly, warms up all the cold currents, breaks through all the solid soil, and sweeps away everything!

At that moment...

Even Kou Zhong and Duan Zhengchun, who were not the first to bear the brunt, felt that their whole bodies and minds were suppressed and shrouded by a majestic sword intent, suppressing them to death.

Their eyes were wide-eyed, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end, and they did not dare to move, as if if they moved, they would be beaten into sieves by the dense sword energy like spring grass breaking through the frozen soil.

But Feng Qingyang was still smiling.

But there was a lot of praise and exclamation in his smile, and the branches in his hands were like a painter's brush in spring, starting to spread freely...

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Chapter completed!
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