"Bang--"

Seeing this, Zhan Miyang instinctively slapped the chair.

Just as he slapped the chair, he smelled a trace of danger.

He could instinctively let go of the opening and burst backwards and exit.

At almost the same time, a dark light suddenly burst out from behind the broken chair.

It was poisonous and urgent, as if bamboo leaves were bitten and sealed.

Zhan Miyang's eyelids twitched, his feet slipped backwards, and he also poked out his hands to block them.

But his initial carelessness still made him miss the opportunity to escape unstoppably.

When he slid out three meters, his abdomen was still swept by the tip of the sword.

"when--"

A tremor spread throughout the body.

Zhan Miyang took three steps back and stood firm, feeling his abdomen hot, so he looked down.

The clothes were cut to pieces, and there was a trace of sword marks on the armor.

This made his eyes condense and look at Dugu Shang wearing a mask.

A flash of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes!

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Chapter completed!