Ashen Mist Tie focused his energy and became serious, but the sloppy Daoist did not have any intention of fighting him to the end.
The purple dragon formed by the saber intent kept wandering around, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak. It dodged the fierce and sharp sword light of the other party and only wanted to escape.
Ashen Mist Tie was expressionless as he struck out with his sword.
The lightning-like sword lights crisscrossed in the air like divine punishment.
Chen Luoyang's clone, Daoist Banhai, was neither anxious nor impatient as he calmly dealt with it.
In the past half a year, while his original body was cultivating in seclusion, his clones, Xue Antian and Taoist Banhai, were not idle either.
The Half-Sea Daoist's body contained the Qi of the three black dragons. As he digested and refined them, he slowly comprehended the Dragon Emperor Heavenly Peak saber intent contained within.
