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30 breaths was not a long time.
But it was enough for Jian Wushuang!
"An expert from the Purple Cloud Pavilion can arrive in 30 breaths, and I have to kill him in 25 breaths. If I can't kill him, then I have to leave." Jian Wushuang stared at Bai Yuan in front of him, a shocking killing intent rose from his body.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Purple longswords floated out and combined with each other at the fastest speed. The faint light surrounded by a giant dragon appeared again.
It was the eighth level of the Samsara Sword Formation, the dark dragon spike!
Compared to the dark dragon spike that Jian Wushuang used 60 years ago, the dark light was more dazzling and more powerful.
At the same time, the seven-star secret skill, the divine punishment skill, and the nine luminaries star armor were all used, and the supreme sword essence in the Blood Mountain Sword was completely unleashed.
"Kill!"
