As Leon Luo finished speaking, as if receiving an order, the death energy that had been locked up in the hall for a thousand years rushed to Leon Luo, and finally condensed into two points of black light, which adorned the tip of his sword like ink.
Leon Luo pointed the tip of his knife at Qiongqi's nose. Qiongqi snorted coldly, obviously extremely unhappy with Leon Luo.
Although he was somewhat afraid of Leon Luo's endless tricks, he was, after all, an alien species from the Nine Clans who possessed inherited memories, and his own cultivation had reached the Mahayana level.
Qiongqi himself had experienced thousands of battles, so he certainly knew that when the two sides were facing each other, there was no room for retreat.
Seeing Leon Luo's aura pulling him, full of murderous intent, Qiongqi threw all his thoughts behind him. He stared at Leon Luo with his bloodshot eyes, obviously intending to execute this blow that would settle the matter between the two sides.
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