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The Azure Flying Sword swept across the sky,
its aura dominating the entire battlefield.
Shriek!
The wails of a hundred ghosts resounded, and another piercing howl emerged. Transparent sound waves materialized, converging into three radiant, pellucid spikes that shot forward in a trident formation.
Whoosh!
The Taiqing Flying Sword reversed its direction, slashing horizontally, shattering the three transparent spikes of spiritual light, which scattered like stars in all directions, leaving ripples where they struck the ground.
"Oh?"
Jiang Ding's expression turned slightly cold as his gaze fixated on a certain location.
In comparison to attacking, his defense was abnormally weak, and what he hated most was,
being ambushed while he was attacking!
Surrounded by a hundred ghosts,
a pale-skinned youth stood atop the head of a single-horned Ghost King, his entire stature only one-tenth the size of the Ghost King's.
"What kind of ghost are you?"
