The blue sword blade stabbed Wang Xianrui's eyebrows.

The power above the middle level of Chengtian Realm is still strong, and he can feel that the power contained in his true essence water sword is like several galloping carriages, which crashes into Wang Xianrui's eyebrows at the same time.

In his perception, Wang Xianrui's eyebrows should be more fragile than a piece of paper, and should be easily broken, and then his entire head would be defeated by this sword.

However, in this light sound, his water sword was extremely fragile.

The moment the sword tip touched Wang Xianrui's skin, it turned into a weak water.

The sword disappeared one after another, turning into a powerless stream, spreading on Wang Xianrui's face and flowing down.

Yang Zhu's body was still flying forward, and the ruthlessness and greed in his heart had been completely replaced by fear and confusion.

The collapse of his True Yuan Water Sword comes from the disappearance of True Yuan.

True energy is a condensation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and its own vitality. It cannot be lost out of thin air. He can sense that his true energy has indeed rushed into Wang Xianrui's body.

However, the moment he rushed into Wang Xianrui's body, he disappeared instantly.

"how so!"

He screamed in horror.

Before his scream rang out, Wang Xianrui's hand had already reached out.

Wang Xianrui's hand grabbed his throat.

He was like a goose pinched his throat, and was brought into his hands by Wang Xianrui.

His screams were vague, but they were very harsh.

Wang Xianrui's body shook back.

The moment that powerful true energy rushed into his body, his forehead hurt and his head almost exploded.

However, just like the water swords hit his leg, and as he imagined, these foreign true energy quickly dissipated in his body, and quickly turned into countless black particles in the meridians that became extremely expanding in his body. Then, in a way that he could not perceive, it quickly disappeared like water foam when the tide was ebbing.

He coughed in pain, coughing up some blood foam and the bitter taste of some medicine.

He felt his hand that grabbed the old man's throat swelling outward, which was the subconscious counterattack of the true energy in the other person's body.

It was just exactly the same, the true energy that rushed into the flesh and blood of his fingers quickly disappeared.

The old man looked very light.

So he still carried the old man and pinched the most greedy greedy beast in his throat.
Chapter completed!