You know, few people in the entire Xin Kingdom know his name.

"The thousand-year-old ghost valley makes the capital a word."

Dugu Shangshi was shocked: "I am your uncle!"

"You are Guigu--" Jing Wuming's face was completely moved, and the flesh-cutting knife could not stop it.

"Swoosh!"

Dugu Shang didn't say anything, just shook the black sword and slashed a branch.

He cut a bloody mouth in his palm again, holding the almost withered branches.

Dead branches are stained with blood.

Dugu Shang threw the dead branches to Jing Wuming: "Get out!"

Jing Wuming took the branch, his mouth and tongue were dry, and he looked down.

Looking at the sword technique left by the smooth incision, the vitality of the withered branches and leaves.

Jing Wuming's body trembled: "The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of all qi!"
Chapter completed!