Lu Wenfeng kicked Wang Weichen Xiaoxing without chasing after him. With a flick of his long sword, he closed it behind his back and stood there waiting for Chen Xiaoxing, posing as if he had a chance to win.
Chen Xiaoxing raised his hand to rub the blood in his nostrils, raised his eyebrows, and let out a long whistle. Then the spear swung, shaking more than a dozen spear flowers, and the spirit crystal in front of him flashed with brilliance at the same time.
They saw that with Chen Xiaoxing's spear flower shaking, one by one light balls condensed out of the spear flower, and the spear head that was swung by the Xieyue Ghost Spear kept rhythmically moving.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of fist-sized light balls condensed at the head of the Xieyue Ghost Spear, and with the head of the spear, a beautiful string of light was drawn.
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