The two swords endowed with Taoist charm emitted a dazzling light at the moment of collision.

The surrounding air was quickly evacuated, as if it had been burned out by fire, making people suffocating.

Even Li Zhi'an and Guan Shuyun who were standing next to them felt a terrifying force. The two of them hurriedly took a few steps back, mobilizing the spiritual energy in their bodies to resist the fluctuations in the surrounding air.

Zhao Yongsheng's hair was disheveled and he shouted crazily: "Go to hell, go to hell!"

The sword in his hand quickly changed its moves, trying to stab Chen Hetu unexpectedly.

Chen Hetu was calm and unhurried.

"hiss!"

The dragon chanting sword in his hand made a dragon roaring sound.

The earth trembled and the mountains shook.

Chen Hetu's sword moves were not old, and a terrifying power emanated from the Dragon Yin Sword.

Visible to the naked eye.

It's like a white dragon coming out of the sword.

"With one move of the sword, you will be invincible!" Chen Hetu whispered these words.

Zhao Yongsheng was shocked and wanted to use his sword to stop him.

But it's too late.

Chen Hetu's sword was so fast that even after the collision, the sword still stabbed Zhao Yongsheng straight.

Unstoppable!

Zhao Yongsheng retreated hurriedly.

But the speed of his movement is not as fast as Chen Hetu's sword.

"break!"

Chen Hetu shouted loudly.

Zhao Yongsheng's pupils shrank suddenly, realizing the danger was approaching, he turned around quickly.

But it was still too late.

The dragon chanting sword pierced Zhao Yongsheng's body.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spit out from Zhao Yongsheng's mouth.

Coupled with his disheveled appearance, it was very scary.

At this moment, all visions disappeared.

Chen Hetu sheathed his sword and looked at Zhao Yongsheng indifferently.

Zhao Yongsheng looked pale, covering his wound with one hand, and using the other hand holding the sword, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

He looked at Chen Hetu with red eyes and said crazily: "Your sword also has Tao charm?"

"Otherwise?" Chen Hetu remained indifferent.

"Chatter..."

Zhao Yongsheng made a strange sound from his mouth.

"But, so what? You are still no match for me."

Chen Hetu couldn't help but snorted coldly.

Zhao Yongsheng's body has been pierced by himself, and now he dares to speak arrogantly. It is really arrogant.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "I advise you to treat your injuries quickly, otherwise, you will bleed to death soon."

After all, Chen Hetu kindly reminded Zhao Yongsheng.

Before coming to the Zhao family, Chen Hetu was full of murderous intent towards everyone in the Zhao family, but... after seeing everyone in the Zhao family die tragically, the murderous intent in his heart really faded a lot.

Chen Hetu couldn't explain the reason. In short, at this moment, although he hated Zhao Yongsheng, he still showed mercy after all, otherwise the sword just now would have directly killed Zhao Yongsheng.

Zhao Yongsheng turned a blind eye to Chen Hetu's mercy. With disheveled hair, he looked up to the sky and roared: "Haha... do you really think you can kill me?"

As the words fell, Zhao Yongsheng's wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Chen Hetu was very surprised.

He has never seen anything like this.

Li Zhian and Guan Shuyun were also shocked. They had never seen anything like this.

The wound that was still bleeding suddenly healed, and the skin was still smooth and flat, with no trace of the wound visible at all.

If it weren't for the hole in Zhao Yongsheng's clothes, no one would have believed that there was a wound on his body just now.

Just when they were confused and shocked, Zhao Yongsheng made a weird little sound again.

"Chatter..."
Chapter completed!