"puff!"

This sword penetrated directly into Chen Hetu's body.

However, what surprised Fan Daocheng was that he did not see the scene of the Dantian breaking as he expected.

When the sword in his hand pierced through, he felt as if the sword in his hand was piercing an iron plate.

He mobilized all the spiritual energy in his body, but he couldn't let the sword in his hand enter even a little bit.

"Um?"

Fan Daocheng frowned, looked at Chen Hetu with an embarrassed expression and asked, "Have you...recovered your spiritual energy?"

"Why, are you scared?" Chen Hetu looked at Fan Daocheng with a smile and asked instead of answering.

In fact, he had not recovered his spiritual energy at all. The reason why Fan Daocheng felt as if he had stabbed his Dantian when he stabbed it was because his Dantian was very hard.

It may also be that Chen Hetu's physical body has already been made of iron and copper, and although there is no aura to activate it, it is automatically activated when he encounters danger.

All in all, this sword did not damage Chen Hetu's Dantian at all.

At most, Chen Hetu only suffered some superficial injuries.

Fan Daocheng looked at Chen Hetu with a gloomy expression and said nothing. He was wondering whether Chen Hetu had recovered his spiritual energy.

If he hadn't recovered his spiritual energy, why couldn't he penetrate his Dantian?

If his spiritual energy was restored, why didn't Chen Hetu resist?

At this time, Zhao Changsheng urged: "Master Fan, what are you doing standing there, take action quickly!"

Fan Daocheng turned his head and glanced at Zhao Changsheng, feeling troubled.

He wanted to destroy Chen Hetu, but the key was that his sword could not penetrate Chen Hetu's Dantian.

After hesitating for a moment, Fan Daocheng stabbed Chen Hetu with his sword again.

This time, he only took Chen Hetu's throat.

He didn't believe that Chen Hetu's Dantian couldn't be pierced, and he couldn't pierce his throat either.

Seeing this scene, Dugu Qingyi hurriedly shouted: "Stop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to raise his sword to stop Fan Daocheng.

However, Zhao Changsheng had been paying attention to their situation. When he saw that Dugu Qingyi wanted to take action, he immediately shouted: "Dugu Qingyi, if you dare to make a move, I will kill Yun Xiaoyue!"

After threatening Dugu Qingyi, he pressed down the sword in his hand, and blood oozed from Yun Xiaoyue's cheek.

Seeing this scene, Dugu Qingyi bared his teeth and shouted to the sky: "You!"

He was so angry that he suppressed the anger in his heart.

At this time, Chen Hetu also said: "Brother Dugu, don't worry about me!"

Hearing Chen Hetu's words, Dugu Qingyi kicked his foot so hard that the ground shook.

His eyes were about to burst into flames. He stared at Fan Daocheng and said word by word: "Fan Daocheng, if you dare to hurt Chen Hetu, I will make you regret appearing in this world."

Fan Daocheng sneered and said, "Resist if you can!"

Although he spoke, the speed of the sword in his hand did not stop.

"brush!"

His long sword passed through Chen Hetu's throat.

At the same time, a golden light shone from Chen Hetu's throat.

"Ding!"

The sword collided with Chen Hetu's throat.

Sparks flew out.

Fan Daocheng was shocked: "You...you have recovered your spiritual energy?"
Chapter completed!