In an instant, billions of majestic swords slashed down!
In the air, the dozens of blue moonlight beams that were like heavenly pillars were instantly shattered into countless fragments and eventually turned into ashes!
"Help ... Help ..." He cried.
Beiming Jinghong shrieked hysterically, his soul almost leaving his body.
In the face of the billions of sword projections, beiming Jinghong was like a tiny ant. He had no way of resisting!
Death seemed to be so close to him, and beiming Jinghong's pupils couldn't help but contract. His body trembled, and his hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold his saber. His legs went soft, and he almost knelt down on the ground!
"Beiming Wuji! What are you waiting for? Hurry up and save her!"
Tian Peng had been paying close attention to the battle. Seeing that beiming Jinghong was about to die, he immediately shouted for beiming Wuji to save him.
"Good! I'll do it now!"
