As long as he drags the opponent and exhausts the opponent's spiritual power, he will win.

The Taoist people didn't know what they were thinking, but they didn't stop it.

I silently recited the words "Frozen for Thousands of Miles" in my heart.

Li Mubai glanced at him.

She wanted to laugh, but she had another bye.

And she is only at the second level of foundation building, so her spiritual power is definitely not as much as mine.

Normally at this time, there would always be monks jumping out to play the banker, but now no one is in the mood to do this.

A smile flashed in Gu Quan's eyes. If Tang Wuyou wanted to maintain the ice shield, he had to continuously output spiritual power.

Little did he know that her Flying Flower Sword was also a magic weapon.

"Fellow Taoist Guquan, you still don't believe me when I say you lost.

Oh, you may not know that I am still a self-trained practitioner.

Even if all my spiritual power is exhausted, I still have a little bit of strength."

A little bit?
Chapter completed!