Su Yizhao felt his body sink, and pressure like a mountain falling down pressed down on his head.

In the Dantian, the pentagonal spiritual energy pool boiled.

The five nodes of the pentagon eject spiritual energy at the same time and pour it into the meridians.

One more side means one more node to spray spiritual energy!

This is why the higher the realm, the greater the power. In fact, the utilization rate of the mysterious energy in the Dantian increases.

In the eyes of everyone, they saw blood flowing out of his ears, nose and mouth, and his body fell suddenly.

After falling thirty feet, he was able to regain his balance.

By forcefully connecting to the pulse realm and cultivating the body with two swords to survive, this person already has the strength to fight.

The whole place was silent!

Thirty feet below, the green figure soared upwards, standing in the sky, looking straight at the opponent.

"Okay!" Feng Bubai cheered, "If you don't die, you must join our Xuanzhan Hall!"

"Huh! He's dead!" A cold snort came from the Xuan Ti Sect.

Su Yizhao's face was terrifying, and his eyes were looking directly at the body cultivator.

The physical cultivation of Tongmai realm!

It feels really uncomfortable to be able to cut out sword energy out of thin air.

He doesn't even have a chance to attack, so where is the chance of winning?

The only chance is the spiritual energy in the Dantian.

Spiritual energy is ten times more pure than mysterious energy. This is his chance.

The body cultivator finally looked at him again and carefully held the giant sword, "Gong Tianqing! Please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant sword waved.
Chapter completed!