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The Three-foot Cold Sword, like the Death God's scythe, thrust towards Ying Tian's heart.
But at this moment...
Ying Tian suddenly shouted, "Emperor Spear!"
"Whoosh!"
The sentient Emperor Spear instantly shot from the distant ground like an arrow toward Ji Wuming.
It must be said, this was indeed a killing move that ordinary cultivators couldn't detect at all. But Ji Wuming was a Nascent Soul Realm Late Stage expert. The moment the Emperor Spear quivered, he felt a tremor in his mind and hurriedly dodged to the side.
However, in the instant Ji Wuming dodged, Ying Tian let out a heart-wrenching roar, swiftly wriggled his body, and charged toward Ye Xuan.
"Bang!"
Ying Tian's bloodied body fell heavily off the arena.
Ye Xuan rushed forward, his eyes slightly reddened.
On the arena, Ji Wuming, seeing Ying Tian fall off, was enraged. His face was extremely ferocious. He picked up the Three-foot Cold Sword and leaped off the arena, thrusting at Ying Tian.
"Die!"
