A brand new sword.

The upper end of the hilt is round and presents a light blue-green color, the lower end of the sword is sharp, and a bright red line in the middle runs along the hilt pointing directly to the tip of the sword.

Zhusheng has no pen tip, Wuchen is a broken sword!

Bi Rong opened his eyes wide and held the sword on his chest tightly with both hands.

The surrounding space solidified. Facing Chen Qingyi's strange eyes, one blue and one red, Bi Rong made a roaring sound, and blood flowed out of his mouth, dripping onto the sword.

“Chen…Chen Qingyi!”

The rapid fading of vitality made Bi Rong's face paler and paler.

The forced suppression from the Dao Realm caused the faces of everyone present to change.

"grown ups!"

"Bi Rong!"

The original Ye Lintong who came here had his hole shrink violently!

Bi Rong cannot die!

Bi Rong's followers were furious. They shook off the monks they were fighting with and rushed into the sky.

“Stop them!”

Seeing the somewhat crazy monks from the Holy King Palace, She Zijiang and his group quickly took action.

However, a few of Bi Rong's confidants were too crazy and ignored the sword in front of them.

They underestimated Shen Qingyi! That's why they let the adults fight her!

"Shen Qingyi! Die!"

"Bang!"

The Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator who rushed forward first gathered all his spiritual power and slapped Shen Qingyi fiercely.

The moment his spiritual power turned into a palm, he suddenly felt something was wrong with the surrounding space.

This place has been transformed into Shen Qingyi's domain!

While he was frightened that Shen Qingyi was so terrifying at such a young age, his murderous intent became even stronger.