Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。The outer perimeter of the Jinbu Long Lian formed a circle of golden holy power mist, which violently clashed with the white light pillar. Waves of chaotic holy power surged outwards. 。,Of course, the sword speed of the East Flow Sword Venerable became slower and slower. 。The sword qi on the blade, also warped space, gradually dispersed. 。,Just a little bit. 。If my cultivation were to advance further, Zhang Ruochin would definitely not be able to withstand this sword of mine. 。“The Eastern Flow Sword Saint felt a tinge of regret.” 。"Zhang Ruochin, your cultivation seems to have increased a lot. No wonder you dare to rush over alone." 。Unfortunately, you've met us two. You're destined to drink hatred today. 。。