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Crack!
Feng Lin's longsword struck Yan Nong's palm.
In an instant, the earthen and stony armor on the outside of Yan Nong's palm shattered into pieces.
Within the broken armor, blood was mixed.
Yan Nong's entire palm had become a bloody mess.
"Impossible! Impossible!"
Yan Nong rapidly retreated, looking at his hand, which had not broken off, but the bones inside had been shattered.
Just now, when Feng Lin swung his weapon, the burst of Qi Energy was that of the Divine Aperture Realm.
Why did it have such great power?
"Is this... a formation?"
Meng Changsheng was shocked beyond measure. Just what level of Formation Master could inscribe such powerful offensive formations on a sword?
Suddenly, he remembered the Three Kings' Tomb that Feng Lin had mentioned before.
Could it be that this youngster was wielding one of the legendary swords, Gan Jiang or Mo Ye?
Feng Lin was also surprised by the formation, having not expected its power to be so great.
