He Yuanyang is determined to win.

He grabbed the hilt of a sword in the air with one hand, and then he rose up into the sky, stood in the air, held the sword in both hands, and slashed down with the sword's edge downwards.

This sword, mixed in the rain of swords, carried unrivaled power, and even made the surrounding bamboo forest more than ten meters away bend down.

"Ruined."

"How can we avoid this? These sword rains are more fierce and domineering than the swords condensed from pure strength before. They have blocked all the way for that young man. This is a sure-fire situation."

Priest Shenwei looked horrified and sighed.

Just now, Lin Yi could withstand He Yuanyang's violent attack and hold on until now, which was beyond their imagination.

However, He Yuanyang is too strong!

Zhan Tianyu supported Taoist Master Shenwei with one hand, and when he glanced over there, he saw the young man standing in the distance, stepping forward with his hands behind his back.

When his foot fell, the ground shook.

in the air.

There was a dragon roar.
Chapter completed!