This is where Beimang Leng Palace is located, but two uninvited guests suddenly broke in.

Chen Jun swung his sword and slashed with lightning. Tuoba Bodhisattva retreated another thousand feet.

"Huh, we can't continue fighting." After getting a chance to breathe, Chen Jun looked up to the west of the royal city, and his heart tightened for no reason. That was where Xuanyuan Qingfeng Station was located.

"go back!"

Flicking the sword blade, the ancient sword trembled slightly and flew towards the inn with a whooshing sound.

In less than a moment, Tuoba rushed towards me like a thunderbolt again, with a sneer on his lips: "You still dare to attack me with no sword in your hand?"

As he spoke, a gust of wind swept up the willow leaves around Leng Palace, and the willow leaves fluttered in the air.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is absolutely a beautiful artistic conception, but it is a pity that no one is watching the battle.

"Why don't you dare?"

Chen Jun stretched out his hand to clamp a willow leaf and exhaled: "Using willow as a sword, you can guard eighteen thousand!"

As soon as the voice fell, eighteen thousand willow leaves rose from the ground in the wind.

Tuoba Bodhisattva looked solemn.

At this moment, only one sentence could be heard in the huge city of King Beimang: "Tuoba Bodhisattva, this sword has eighteen thousand, and the name of the sword is 'Don't stay'. With this sword, please leave the city and don't stay!"

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Chapter completed!