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The Three-foot Cold Sword, like three feet of White Silk, moved with great speed, its sword momentum vast and grand, stabbing towards Ying Tian.
Ying Tian's expression grew solemn, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.
Ji Wuming was clearly using ruthless methods, intending to heavily injure Ying Tian directly.
"Emperor Spear!"
Ying Tian shouted suddenly, and a Red Tassel Spear appeared in his hand from thin air, emanating an aura of imperial power, quite extraordinary.
"Clang!"
In an instant, the Three-foot Cold Sword struck the tip of the Emperor Spear, sparking an explosion of sparks, the screeching sound of metal clashing was quite unbearable.
"Such a heavy sword!"
Ying Tian's expression changed dramatically, his hands gripping the Emperor Spear, suddenly feeling a numb soreness.
Just now, relying on the Emperor Spear, he met Ji Wuming's sword head-on, making him realize, what exactly was the gap between him and Ji Wuming.
