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So... out of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is the best!
The sword light was like a rainbow, rushing forth swiftly.
Just at that moment, within the sea of clouds ahead, a figure suddenly appeared.
Dressed in white, surpassing the snow in purity, he stood aloft in the void, his sword box behind him containing its edge, but his prideful bearing still made the sun and moon pale in comparison.
A sword cultivator, an unparalleled sword cultivator!
"Li Xuanyuan!!!"
At a fleeting glance, like a sword piercing through, the rainbow light shattered, revealing Shenxiao's figure, looking at the person ahead, lying in wait like a rabbit, with a dark, indescribable expression on his face.
He indeed had set his sights on him!
What to do, what to do?
Shenxiao's mind raced, desperately thinking of strategies, but saw not a single glimmer of hope.
