C1823 The Final Battle of the Old Enemy

"Since you said so, I won't stand on ceremony. "

The tip of the sword was raised, and a stream of scarlet spurted out. The blurred shadow was pulled by the leaping figure. Surrounded by the ever-changing scarlet light that accompanied the shadow, the dense killing intent condensed into a thin line.

Wherever the sword pointed, the dead soul and the dead soul would be killed.

The fifth style