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This sheep's bleat was Jiang Ruyi's death knell!

Her heart was in disarray, which naturally slowed her movements.

However, the Cold Night Sword was not slow!

As a Divine Weapon, its existence differed from the ordinary and was unaffected by the Divine Technique·Voice of Compassion.

"Whoosh!"

With a sound that tore through the air, the Cold Night Sword thrust forward rapidly, sending shivers down the spine.

In fact, the moment Lu Ran leapt from the edge of the quicksand, the Cold Night Sword had already detached from the melee and galloped to the rescue.

"Hmm?" Lu Ran tensed up inside.

As he kicked toward Jiang Ruyi, he wielded his sword to chop to his side and behind.

He had immense respect for Divine Weapons!

He desperately invoked the Evil Technique·Soul Splitting Power, fearing that his weapon would be knocked away or his body pierced through.

"Ding!"

The clash of sword and blade was excruciatingly shrill.

In the end, the Cold Night Sword was still flung aside.