I saw the gray blade tremble suddenly as if struck by lightning.

The blazing gray air wrapped around it became chaotic.

The sword body was even more unstable, and a crack actually appeared.

"No!"

Seeing this scene in front of him, Wang Teng roared wildly.

"Crack!"

But the next second, the second, third, and fourth cracks also appeared one after another.

In the end, this fake spiritual treasure, the Ming Mortal Sword, was like porcelain that had been dropped on the ground, covered in cracks.

It makes people worry that it will collapse and disintegrate in the next moment.

"puff!"

This fake spiritual treasure was sacrificed and refined by Wang Teng.

At this moment, Wang Teng felt like he was struck by lightning, his face turned green and white, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

His breath also became a little sluggish.

"So what if you have a fake spiritual treasure? You are still no match for me."

Su Yuwei stepped onto the Tianhe River and looked down at Wang Teng.
Chapter completed!