Chapter 292 The Taiqing Flying Sword Lacks a Beating_1

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"Eye orb? What eye orb?"

Jiang Ding was momentarily stunned.

"It means what Immortal Dinghai intended."

Immortal Luling was somewhat irritable, "Wasn't I almost killed by an old hag from the Taiyin Sword Sect, who slashed me with her sword?

"Then, her Sword Intent remained in my eye orb, here, this one."

He took out a glass-like spherical orb made of jade, complete with whites and irises, only to be sliced in half at the pupil, held together by a thin layer of blood skin.

Clang!

In an instant, Jiang Ding felt the piercing chill of sword cries assaulting him, spreading through the wild, like a water-blue moon descending from the sky, freezing Divine Souls and wiping out all thoughts, leaving him utterly vulnerable.

After a long time, which might have been dozens of minutes or as if he had lived through an entire era of sea change and the passage of years,