Liu Bai's figure swayed for a while, his face turned pale, and he used the remaining power of the sword to delay the downward trend of the Blood Spirit Sword.

As time passes slowly.

Liu Bai's face became even paler.

Agnes looked anxious, but her cultivation was only at the late stage of the Divine Transformation Realm, so she was no match for an old monster like Nie Wushuang.

"Pfft!"

Liu Bai suddenly trembled, but the tips of the three blood spirit swords had already pierced into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Nie Wushuang was about to succeed.

But suddenly.

"Zheng!"

An ancient sword suddenly fell from a high altitude, and its majestic pressure directly forced the Blood Spirit Sword back.

The Emperor's Sword was suspended in front of Liu Bai.

Um?

Now, not only Nie Wushuang was confused, but Liu Bai himself was also extremely confused.

"Buzz——"

The Imperial Sword was flashing with light at this moment, and its majestic aura was fading rapidly, as if the last blow had exhausted its aura.

Finally, all the light of the Imperial Sword dissipated and turned into a simple and ordinary long sword.

The aura is exhausted.

Turn into mortal iron.
Chapter completed!