"Is it? I can't wait any longer, come on!" Ding Hao said and licked his lips, eyes burning with crazy fervor. At this moment, Ding Hao gave the impression of being like a sharp sword—although it may lose to its opponent, it will not bend. A swordsman. That was a swordsman's pride. Ding Hao also had his personal pride. Ding Hao's eyes seemed to be kindled with a crazy enthusiasm, while Li Muyun's eyes appeared deep in a trance, as if remembering a person or a thing. Then he looked up at the distant sky and seemed to be lost in memories. After a long time, Li Muyun's expression suddenly became sharp and he nodded seriously, saying, "They will still be three moves. If you can withstand my three moves, it'll be your win." After that, he slowly pulled out a sword that was hanging from his waist. The blade was bright, like a milky way suddenly appearing on the ring, air condensing in the process. Outside the challenge arena, Liang Fe
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