On the Black Wind Village, Jiang Dali's burly body sat on the broad ridge of the roof, with the black cloak behind him rustling in the wind, like strong arms made of steel bars holding the fiery red Dali Fire Lindao.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the blazing blade and the strange and mysterious realm-breaking bead, without thinking and feeling the feeling of the wind blowing on the blade.

In a daze, he gradually felt that the burning and ferocious pain in his chest seemed to become weaker, and the powerful fire sword seemed to become a part of his body, extending continuously. This was a subtle feeling that could never be described.

The Dali Fire Lin Sword seemed to have suddenly become an inseparable part of him at this moment, like an extension of his spirit.

Discussions from the players came from various locations on the distant courtyard walls and corners, like a chaotic stream of messages rushing into their minds.

The sound of two robes breaking through the wind appeared at the foot of the mountain, and the sound of footsteps approaching quickly.

Tuk-tuk...tuk-tuk...

Just by listening to the two completely different foot sounds, one can tell that they are Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng.

In the dark, a sense of danger like a needle suddenly came from the east. It stung for a while and then subsided, as if it had never happened before.

"Um!?"

Jiang Dali was suddenly alert and opened his tiger eyes. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he looked towards the mountains to the east...

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Chapter completed!