Blood spurted out from the lower abdomen of the monk in brocade clothes. He covered it with his hands and slowly turned his head.

Su Yizhao squatted behind him, holding the golden flying sword in his right hand, and the flying sword had penetrated deeply into his body.

Seeing him turning around, Su Yizhao forced a smile at him.

"You, you are so bold...!"

"Pfft!"

Su Yizhao stirred the flying sword violently and drew it out instantly.

A stream of blood shot out, and the monk in golden clothes slowly fell down.

So bold?

Su Yizhao laughed at himself.

Risks are directly proportional to rewards, and no one can succeed casually.

If he wants to end the fight quickly, he must take risks.

Fortunately, he succeeded!

Sweat soaked the Taoist uniform, the vines dispersed, and a cold wind blew, making him feel chilled all over.

Imprisoning himself and him in the vines was the last option.

This monk's realm and soul cultivation were far beyond his. Once he discovered it, he would be the one who died.

Fortunately, the fifth-level Dzogchen spell did not disappoint him.

Reaching out and taking off the monk's storage ring, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

At this moment, Chi Xiangdong's screams were heard in the distance.

Su Yizhao turned around suddenly and looked.
Chapter completed!