Binglong shook his head, "I really can't do anything to you."

After saying that, the Ice Dragon breathed, and it was obvious that a thin layer of ice air was shrouded on Ye Xiu's heavy sword.

"Try it now."

"But you don't think you'll cut it off in a short while."

“It takes some time.”

Ye Xiu nodded, and then a golden light suddenly burst out in his eyes.

In order to cast the Neilongqin and the Ancient Holy Sword, we naturally have to work hard!

Buzz!

A sword fell!

This time, countless sparks burst out.

Ye Xiu flew backwards again.

However, compared to the last time, this time, it has been much better.

A very subtle crack could be seen above the dragon scales.

Although subtle, it is effective at least.

Ye Xiu immediately became full of energy.

The most urgent task is to cut off the dragon's leg first.

Then, Ye Xiu saw his sword falling down crazily, and every time Ye Xiu flew backwards.

And every time Ye Xiu rushed forward.

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

One sword fell without reservation.

And quietly, Ye Xiu's body, aura, and even the sword path were all visible.

Huang Qianmo looked at Ye Xiu.

For Ye Xiu...
Chapter completed!