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"Boom!"
On the arena, Ye Xuan moved at an incredible speed, like a specter. He held the pitch-black Black Blade in his right hand, his expression extremely solemn, as he charged towards Ji Wuming.
Ji Wuming's expression also turned grim, his heart startling; Ye Xuan's speed was too fast, something he had never anticipated.
In an instant, Ye Xuan was already in front of him.
"Bang!"
Ye Xuan swung the Black Blade forcefully towards Ji Wuming.
"Die."
Ye Xuan's face was fierce, he roared terrifyingly.
The Black Blade slashed down with immense power, but Ji Wuming's Three-foot Cold Sword suddenly emitted a booming sound, blocking the Black Blade's attack.
"That sword... is it the Yin Sword?"
At this moment, Ying Tian, below the arena, suddenly realized, and exclaimed in surprise.
