The power of his attack was at least equivalent to a full-strength attack from a fourth-level Nascent Soul monk.

"Brother, do you really want to keep stimulating him? Is this really good?"

Wan Yehe's face turned pale.

"Forget it, let's take a look at his defensive power."

Wang Li was not nervous.

Although the attack power of this sword is strong, Luo Linyin himself is only a monk below the fifth level of the Golden Core. Although his attack power is strong, Wang Li's attack power is also strong. If his defense power is not good, then Wang Li's attack power is also strong.

You can also defeat him with one blow.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, look at my big handprint?"

He performed the Ming Coffin Big Hand Seal and pressed his palm towards Luo Linyin.

"What!"

Luo Linyin only felt a dark palm print flying towards him. He thought it was nothing at first, but when he got close to him, he felt an aura that he could not resist at all, and he dodged in horror.

There was a soft pop.

His figure turned into an apricot-yellow stream of light and could only be avoided, but the galloping green horse behind him was dimmed by this palm.

"What kind of method are you doing?"

Luo Linyin's whole body was filled with chills, and his breathing stopped completely.
Chapter completed!