Liu Zhou turned over and got up, looking at the robe with a flash of inspiration on his body, and he felt very scared. The look he looked at Fang Yuan was even more shocked: "What are you... what?!"

Even if a cultivator in the Golden Elixir stage is not as if nothing has happened if he has a big hole in his chest.

He no longer regards Fang Yuan as his previous disciple at all, but is an extremely terrifying - an immortal evil thing!

"Magic weapon defense?"

Fang Yuan looked at his right hand, but silently complained: "I didn't expect that I had such a setting, I really caused trouble for myself..."

With a sigh, he suddenly stepped forward and came to Liu Zhou again.

"Ah... don't come here!"

Facing the evil thing that could not be killed by magic weapons and had no magic tricks, Liu Zhou retreated repeatedly, and finally looked at the trace of spiritual power emerging from Fang Yuan's hand in fear.

"Even magic weapons have their limits!"

Fang Yuan ignored the flying sword outside. No matter how many times it stabbed itself, it would immediately recover as before. Instead, he punched one punch after another, constantly erasing the velvet of the man in front of him.

Click!
Chapter completed!