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"Go!"
Jian Wushuang pointed with one hand, and the purple sword instantly shot out.
The surrounding people only saw a flash of purple light.
The purple light was very weak and small, like a needle or, to be exact, a hair.
However, the speed and power of the purple light, which was as small as a hair, was extremely powerful.
It was the seventh layer of the Samsara Sword Formation, a strand of emotion!
"Eh?"
Chu Yixiao stared at the purple light that was shooting towards him. His eyes darkened and in the next moment, the giant hammer in his hand fiercely smashed out.
Like a green thunderbolt, the giant hammer directly smashed onto the demonic purple light.
Bang!
With a loud sound, the expression on Chu Yixiao's face froze.
He had already sensed the terrifying power contained within that seemingly weak purple light.