Seeing Chen Zongyuan in such a desolate state, the people couldn't help but think of the fate of the Martial Dao World and felt full of respect for him.
"Kill!" Chen Zongyuan's long hair was disheveled, and though he was in a dire state, that aura of Immortal Qi was still incredibly proud. He held his longsword and slashed at the Black Snake countless times, with each strike weakening the beast, until it disappeared completely.
Chen Zongyuan's complexion was ruddy.
Boom!
Chen Zongyuan stepped into the sky and soared rapidly upward. His sword suddenly unleashed a long trail of Sword Qi, as if the sword instantly grew ten meters in length. Chen Zongyuan clenched his teeth and, full of Central Qi, let out a long howl to the sky, "Slay!"
Overwhelming strength, a battle waged with life on the line.
If this strike did not succeed, then it would mean death and the dissipation of his Dao.
