Most of the white ice spears were a hundred feet away from Wang Qingshan, and they were turned into a cloud of white mist by the astonishingly high temperature emitted by Qinglian Yehuo.


    After a white ice spear turned into a white mist, a slender white flying needle appeared, faintly visible, and the aura flickered non-stop, obviously it was a treasure.


    Wang Qingshan pinched the sword art, countless blue flying swords appeared in the void in front of him, and they went up to meet them.


    Qinglian Yehuo suddenly condensed, covering Wang Qingshan''s whole body.


    The green lotus in his hand


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