Xia Pingan's body did a somersault in the air, as powerful and agile as a Tiger. Finally, he landed steadily on the ground. He frowned slightly and looked at the blood-red golden arch.
At this moment, the light on the Phoenix-killing sword disappeared and it returned to Xia Pingan's hand.
The dream demon's golden arch door was gradually becoming lighter in front of him. It turned into a virtual shadow and then gradually disappeared. The golden arch door was gradually covered by a gray mist as if it had never appeared.
Xia ping 'an looked at the ground. The dream demon's hand that he had cut off was slowly turning into black gas and dissipating, but the dream demon's long sword was still there.
Xia Pingan walked over and picked up the long sword on the ground.
