?Seven or eight mouthfuls of blood were sprayed out in succession, and Brother Chen finally struggled to stand up, his face as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with incredible fear.

The sword spirit thought to himself, it was a pity that if it had not been for the heavy injury in the previous battle with Long Kun, which caused the soul power absorbed these days to be used to recover, his cultivation would have been improved again. Even if this palm could not take the other party's life, it would have caused him to be seriously injured and he would have no power to fight again.

But now, I'm afraid Brother Chen is at least half of his strength.

If possible, the sword spirit would definitely not give him a chance to breathe, but the Zhanluo attack has arrived, and because of his anger, its power is unimaginable.

The moment before the palm power reached his body, he suddenly disappeared from the spot and returned to Daoyuan.

"Soul Cultivation?"

As the violent force within a radius of ten feet was beaten into a flat ground, Zhan Luo turned over and landed, looked at the sword spirit hanging in the air, and said with a look of surprise.

Then, he shook his head again: "You are not a soul cultivator, so who are you?"

With his strength, he naturally felt a trace of breath left by the sword spirit. He understood that it was not a power that the soul cultivator could show.

"A little demon general, I am not qualified to know my identity." The sword spirit's voice was indifferent, but he had a sense of pride.

If it was in its heyday, the demon general in the Chongyang Realm was indeed much worse than him. With just his own pressure, he could directly suppress his soul and disperse it and it would be difficult to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

So, he said this sentence for granted.

Zhan Luo stared at him for a moment and said, "No matter what kind of powerful character you were before, now you are just a phoenix with hair falling off. Even a small demon general can easily kill you."

He deliberately said the word Xiaoxiao in a very strong tone, and the meaning inside was self-evident.

The sword spirit looked at him faintly and said, "From your figure and momentum, I'm afraid that you can become a demon general after not long after entering the Chongyangchu realm. It seems that the situation of the demon clan is not very bad."

Zhan Luo's eyes changed, and this person could see my depth. He was indeed not an ordinary person, so he couldn't let them go.

Until now, he still doesn't know which category the sword spirit belongs to, but he knows that the other party's strength is not as strong as him now, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Then, he thought of a certain possibility, and his heart suddenly became hot. He could no longer suppress his excitement. He flipped his palm and the weapons he had with him appeared.

It was an iron chain as thick as a baby's arm, more than meter long and dark all over. At the end, there were five sharp claws. I don't know what it was made of. As the slightest opening and closing was shining with a faint cold light, emitting an extremely deep, cold and cold breath.
Chapter completed!