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The sword shone with a green light. As it charged forward, it instantly closed in on the area. Without a hint of intending to stop, it rushed towards Su Ming, and it was so quick that it looked as if it was about to slice through space itself to appear in front of him.

There was no one on that green flying sword, but it looked as if it was held by someone. It rushed to the center of Su Ming's brows with incredible agility.

Killing intent instantly erupted from it and turned into an endless chill that filled the area. Waves of green aura also spread out from the flying sword. It smelled sweet, but once someone breathed it in, it would turn into a strange bitterness that would leave a taste on the tongue.

"Dao Fei Xian!"

"It's Dao Fei Xian's Will of the Sword!"