"Feng. Wait..." Lachlan Shangguan wanted to stop Jasper Murong. But Jasper Murong had already moved forward quickly. When he stretched out his hand, he only had time to scratch the corner of his clothes. When he looked up, he had already climbed dozens of steps.
Watching the chaotic fight above. He frowned. We can only catch up. He is not afraid of trouble. But if you rush up now, you might get stuck in trouble.
But he also knew it. Feng's thoughts are now at their most chaotic. It is reasonable to be unable to think rationally.
The figure is flying. Putting his hand on the handle of the knife tied behind his back. A voice like a dragon's roar sounded. The magic sword is unsheathed. The cold light flashes red under the light. The thin red line that bisects the knife in the middle also looks extremely bright and red. Seems to feel something. Boiling with excitement.
The sound of the dragon's roar was accompanied by the sharp blade energy, and the sense of crisis instantly spread through the hundreds of stairs. It was like a big stone pressing on the heads of those people.
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