The three level nine Mystic swords formed the power of three talents and enveloped Rain's sword light, but they couldn't block the sword that used all of his strength. They were forced to retreat, and their power was greatly reduced.
A huge force instantly bounced back into Yunxiao's body, and blood mist burst out of his golden body as it kept collapsing.
"Are we going to die?"
As soon as the thought flashed through Yunxiao's mind, he immediately waved it away and roared, " "There are people who can kill me, but it won't be you!"
He formed a seal with his hands, and the three Northern heaven cold star swords in the air suddenly condensed into a ray of sword light. When this move was executed, his entire body began to tremble violently, and the golden light on his body continued to fade.
"That's the crazy Pi Xiu! You're dead for sure this time!" The demonic Dragon said in fear.
"Shut up!"
