"Haha... Once I am a sect, I will be dead. Will I still report the name of the sect?"

Liu He said calmly, and his spiritual consciousness was spreading rapidly. "If this real person in the illusion world dares to come to the Dharma Realm, he must have some reliance!"

"You take action. I have never seen the Golden Pill Cultivator outside. I hope you don't disappoint me...!"

Fang Yuan drew out the Jiuxuan Spiritual Sword and slashed it at will.

laugh!

A few feet long extrinsic sword aura appeared, slashing towards Liuhe like an angry dragon.

"Phantom Shield!"

In front of Liuhe, a small black shield appeared, blocking the sword energy, making a loud noise, and stones in the cave fell rapidly.

"Walk!"

The two strong men looked at each other and both turned into streams of light and flew out of the cave.

"What you have in your hand is actually a spiritual weapon!"

Looking at the sword in Fang Yuan's hand and a shallow trace on the Phantom Shield, a hint of flesh-ache appeared on the face of Liu He: "But there are really no ambush?"

He looked happy, and a small sword about a foot long flew out of his body, which suddenly became bigger and stood on the sword.

Flying with a sword!

This is also the exclusive exclusive to outside practitioners. If you are a barbarian, you will not be able to fly in the body unless you use the magical powers.

"Another one who wants to occupy a good area!"

Fang Yuan shook his head, a cloud of mist appeared under his feet, holding him to fly into the air.

"The magical power of flying clouds and fog!"
Chapter completed!