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The bright moon hung in the sky, Sword Qi crisscrossed, and within the hundred-zhang void, it was completely dominated by the Sword Qi of the bright moon.
Below the bright moon, Zheng Ming felt that every ray of moonlight enveloping him was actually a strand of Sword Light, one that could potentially slay him.
As long as the bright moon does not fade, the Sword Light will not fail!
Feeling the chilling murderous intent of the Sword Light, Zheng Ming's fingers suddenly pointed out, and once again, he executed the Return to Origin Strike.
The Return to Origin Strike, containing the full force of Xiong Ba, turned into a tricolored lightning bolt that furiously hammered towards the full moon.
Sword beams rose in the void, frenziedly slashing at the tricolored lightning, attempting to block it, but the lightning, harboring the powers of wind, clouds, and frost, pierced through like a sharp sword through paper, unaffected by any obstruction.
