Ale looked at the dozens of sword souls that were coming towards him, with a calm and fearless look. This was his choice, so he naturally had to admit the ending he deserved. He had only strength to raise his sword with difficulty.

"Ale!"

Zhang Ruochen's figure flashed and appeared in front of him, stabbing out with a sword: "Burning Flower!"

This powerful sword failed to completely shatter those sword souls.

There were still several sword souls slashing on them. The pain was as if the soul was torn apart, and it was extremely uncomfortable. Both of them couldn't help but let out a long whistle.

Ale half knelt on the ground, his eyes were cold and he stared at Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen wiped his face with blood, and said, "How can I restrain me by just a vow? Even if I am cloned by Wan Jian, what's the big deal?"

Before he finished speaking, a dense and harsh sword sound rang out throughout the cemetery.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

...

Countless swords flew out of the tomb and hung in the air, and sword intents locked on Zhang Ruochen.
Chapter completed!