chapter 10 Pure Yang Sword Qi

Seven days later.

The backyard of Jianlou.

Lin Tianzheng was sitting cross-legged on the rocks by the lake.

The ancient Qingyang sword lay in front of him, shining brightly and constantly emitting pure Yang flames.

Temeni Taylor whole body was illuminated by fire, and the area within a three-foot radius was as hot as an oven.

At this time, he was like a piece of stubborn iron, placed in a furnace, constantly burning and forging, tempering and improving.

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