"Xuanyu, behead this bald man for Lao Tzu!"

Mo Shenghua stood outside the sky with his hands on his hips and raised his hand.

Xuan Yudao did not respond.

Mo Shenghua's face froze, and the Buddha's light on the monk's body had already surged up.

Han Muye shook his head and waved his hand.

The Xuanyu Knife roared and pressed down.

The blade is radiant, and the sky is blood-stained!

Under this knife, both the soul and the body are imprisoned, and the flesh and blood are not controlled.

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