If one could look down in the higher sky of the Seven Star Sky at this time, he would find three cultivators who were knocking back or getting rid of the cultivators who were trying to block them and speeding in the direction of the flying pearls at the highest speed.
Among the three fast-moving cultivators, a cultivator in golden finery was dashing forward in the most gorgeous way. Hundreds of rays of sword light shot out, haunting and weaving among these cultivators like hundreds of fish, and killed all the cultivators in front of him.
Another cultivator was like a wind. He changed into a sneaking breeze, a current of air, a sweeping whole gale, or a raging cyclone alternately, and left both human cultivators and demon cultivators who were trying to block him, far behind.
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