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"Won?"
The dozen or so cultivators were delighted.
Pat-da!
At that moment, Ye Feng had already landed on the ground, maintaining the action of holding the sword with one hand, the tip of the sword pointing towards the ground, blood flowing down the blade, dripping onto the earth drop by drop.
Although the sound was not loud, in this 300-meter-deep tunnel, it was like thunder, shocking and stirring the heart.
Boom!
Just then, several figures burst through the boulders fallen from the spirit mine and leaped into the tunnel, finally escaping their predicament.
"Haha, we made it out!"
"Great Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect, and Sect Master of Heixuan Gate, you two traitors who have sided with the Demon Race, now let us finish you off... eh?"
These dozen or so people saw Ye Feng standing with his sword, noticed the blood dripping from its tip, and then saw the motionless body of the Sect Master of Heixuan Gate not far away, their pupils constricting.
Thud!
