"roll!"

Qi Chen's heart sank.

"The wind is coming!"

His sword is already dancing.

The wind blows for no reason.

Long winds and waves.

Three life swords, one lonely wind.

The sword wind rolled up the space, and the entire Doomsday battlefield was just a fragment of space. However, under Qi Chen's sword, it was like a twisted piece of paper.

Mo Dao's sword energy was instantly shattered.

His pupils shrank, and the secret lines of the Yama Chapter on his body continued to emerge, covering him in a bloody color.

"The sword of the immortal!" the second elder murmured. Obviously, that is the sword of the immortal, and it is also the magic of the immortal.

"Dao'er, is he okay?"

"It should be fine. With the protection of Yama, I won't die. It's just..."

The space slowly recovers.

Qi Chen looked up, feeling a little exhausted. His injured arms were now covered in blood.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

Mo Dao was lying on the ground, his shoulder was punched through, and one arm sank down. It looked like it was broken.

But he was still looking at Qi Chen, his eyes full of hatred and stubbornness.

This man is so terrible that he never gave up.

"kill!"

He growled, holding the knife in his left hand, and rushed towards Qi Chen.

Qi Chen gritted his teeth and raised the Sansheng Sword.

He activated the Desert God bloodline, forced his body to temporarily recover, and stabbed him with one sword after another.

The same goes for Mo Dao on the other side.
Chapter completed!