Baidao Jianguang moved neatly and flew out at the same time, blocking the top of Han Muye's head.

The sword light condensed into a line, and the swords were intertwined, turning into a barrier of swords.

Zhuge Lu's heavenly might slammed into this barrier and shattered.

Heaven, can resist.

Zhuge Lu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the long sword that had re-formed into an array.

"Ujian, sword formation, there is something."

He narrowed his eyes, and sword intent emerged from his body.

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