The flow was like a surging tide, rushing towards Xiao Yi with a bang.

Qin Changyuan looked up distractedly, but saw that Xiao Yi seemed to be frozen, the light on Mo Yuejian's body gradually dissipated, and he stood there stiffly like a dull child.

Qin Changyuan raised his heart suddenly, he tried his best to change the path of the sword, but the spiritual power had already been released, how could it be so easy to withdraw it, the sword edge was slightly deflected, stabbing Xiao Yi's arm, Qin Changyuan vomited a mouthful of blood, and leaned over slightly , finally stopped this mighty sword.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, Xiao Yi bowed and held Qin Changyuan with his uninjured hand.

Xiao Yi's abnormal situation caused Qin Changyuan to look up. He was slightly stunned when he saw it. Xiao Yi's eyes were red and bloodshot. The strength in his hand became stronger and stronger, as if he didn't use any more force, the person in front of him ran away again.

Qin Changyuan hadn't wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth, he shouted in confusion, "Xiao Yi?"

Xiao Yi stared into his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Qin, Chang, Yuan!"

He found it, the thorn that pierced the last layer of paper.

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Master, he finally lost his vest.

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