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Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! ...
One after another, cutting through the air, sharp gusts of wind transformed into blades and shot towards Tang Yi in a dense barrage.
Swish!
But Tang Yi didn't dodge or avoid, with a mere thought, the Original Martial Soul behind him, with the Sword of Martial Soul in hand, instantly flew out. It spun in mid-air like a round shield, positioning itself in front of Tang Yi, blocking all the Wind Gang.
Thump!
At the same time, the Original Martial Soul took a fierce step forward and swung an arm out with tremendous force.
Prajna Palm.
"Courting death!"
Penglai Pavilion Master's face darkened, and with a sweep of his sleeve, he also struck out with a palm. When it collided with the Original Martial Soul's palms, a dull thud resounded.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The Original Martial Soul was immediately forced to retreat several steps by the immense Palm Force.
