Goddess Xue Yin had always been gentle and moving.
After spending so much time with her, Shen lang had never seen her angry. She was always as pure as snow and as gentle as the spring breeze.
Even when she was about to die.
Even in the face of the vicious provocation of the monks of the snow Mountain holy temple, she was very calm.
At this moment, she was like a completely different person.
When she saw Jiang Ming, she immediately drew her sword and stabbed him.
Her sword was filled with absolute killing intent and the will to kill.
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Previously, when he was killing the monk of the bitter sea, Xue Yin's sword was like a flying immortal.
At this moment, it was a storm and raging flames.
The hatred and anger that filled the sky were all poured into the sword, and it was madly directed at Jiang Ming.
Then he would really tear the other party into pieces.
