He asked again worriedly.

Chen Hetu smiled and said, "What do you think?"

In fact, he has not recovered his spiritual energy, but his strong physical body was activated when he encountered danger just now.

Therefore, Fan Daocheng's two swords did not hurt himself.

However, after seeing this scene, Dugu Qingyi showed an expression of joy on his face.

He had already thought about how he would avenge Chen Hetu if he died.

Now that I think about it, it was a false alarm.

He also thought that Chen Hetu had recovered his spiritual energy. He quickly walked up to Chen Hetu and asked, "Brother Chen, have you recovered your spiritual energy?"

Chen Hetu nodded and said: "Yes, recovered!"

He told a white lie just to reassure Dugu Qingyi and to make others misunderstand.

In fact, he still doesn't have a trace of spiritual energy in his body.

Hearing Chen Hetu's affirmative answer, Fan Daocheng turned back to Zhao Changsheng and shouted: "Chen Hetu...he...he has recovered his spiritual energy!"

Zhao Changsheng, including the heads and elders of other sects, as well as the elders of each group, were all shocked.

"Master Fan, what did you say? You said that Chen Hetu...has recovered his spiritual energy?" They were shocked and somewhat incoherent.

Fan Daocheng had no choice but to say it again: "I said...Chen Hetu, he has recovered his spiritual energy!"

After hearing Fan Daochengyou repeat it again, they finally reacted, with solemn expressions on all their faces.

Then, they all turned to look at Zhao Changsheng and asked, "Master Zhao, what should I do? Chen Hetu...he has recovered his spiritual energy."

Zhao Changsheng reacted when he heard their voices.

He pondered solemnly for a moment and then said: "Impossible! Calculating the time, he still has at least five minutes to recover his spiritual energy! It is impossible to recover now."

Having said this, Zhao Changsheng said to the heads and elders of the sects around him, as well as the elders of various clans: "We only have the last few minutes of chance left, let's kill him together."

"good!"

These heads, elders, and elders of various clans took a deep breath, and then followed Zhao Changsheng and the others to the front of Chen Hetu and Dugu Qingyi.

After walking up to him, Zhao Changsheng handed Yun Xiaoyue to an elder behind him and said: "If anyone dares to move between Chen Hetu and Dugu Qingyi, Yun Xiaoyue will be killed immediately. Understand this

Is it done yet?”

"I understand!" The elder from Thunder Fire Palace nodded.

Zhao Changsheng nodded with satisfaction.

He deliberately confessed this sentence in front of Chen Hetu and Dugu Qingyi, just to make them act rashly.

The main reason is that he is not sure in his heart. He calculates that Chen Hetu does have at least five minutes to recover his spiritual energy, but he is not sure whether the spiritual energy will be restored earlier.

So, he wanted to make a last ditch effort.

Then, he held a long sword in his hand and said to the sect leaders, elders, and elders of various clans behind him: "Let's take action together."

"good!"

They nodded.

A hint of cruelty flashed in Zhao Changsheng's eyes, and then he swung his sword at Chen Hetu and Dugu Qingyi.

When the others saw this, they followed suit and stabbed him with long swords.

For a moment, only dozens of long swords stabbed the two of them.

Some masters of sword moves can directly cover two people with one sword move.

And some of the less powerful people all consciously stabbed Dugu Qingyi.

Seeing their long swords approaching fiercely, Dugu Qingyi was extremely anxious. He turned around and glanced at Chen Hetu, wanting to know what to do.

Just when his eyes touched Chen Hetu, he heard Chen Hetu say: "Dugu Qingyi, run quickly!"
Chapter completed!