Everyone stared at the golden light curiously.

Zhou Zixuan felt an inexplicable chill, which came from this small sword, as if it would stab his heart at any moment.

Looking at this little sword, he knew that he was by no means an opponent. If he fought against that old man, he would undoubtedly lose.

Xu Qingluo stretched out her hand, and a golden light appeared in the crystal-like jade palm, and there was a small sword in the golden light.

She sent it lightly.

Jin Guang let go, toward

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