Outside the city in the wilderness, the wind rolled the fallen leaves.

Lu Ming and Ling Ao look at each other from afar and slowly take out their own weapons.

let's not talk about Lu Ming's, a soul sealing pen. Lu Ming didn't even prepare to go out this time. Ling Ao, on the other hand, turns Qi into a sword, holding it in his hand. The light of the sword is so sharp that even the fallen leaves beside him will be divided into two parts. Both of them stare at each other, their eyes full of murderous.

Lu Ming slowly raises his soul sealing pen.

Ling Ao also...