With all due respect to Zhu Ming, the threshold for "The Art of Sword Controlling" is too high. Qian Yanwu hasn't really mastered it yet, and now he's just a bratty little brother who relies on foreign objects!

If the two of them were to confront each other, Zhu Ming was confident that he could hang Qian Yanwu up and fight him.

Throw that slutty broken flying sword over with a ball of flame, burning the spirit within it. If you shoot it down, you can easily win!

Defeating Qian Yanwu is really of little value.

"Lin Zhengliu, you have lost!"

Zhu Ming spread his hands and slowly rose into the sky amid the red flames: "My super power is the ultimate in [aesthetics]!"

"No one can compare!"

Among Zhu Ming's specialties, in addition to [Conquering All Fires], there is another one that is specially used to bully slow and slow melee fighters like Lin Zhengliu.

——He! Can! Fly!

There’s another chapter at 8pm!

Um!

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Chapter completed!