That's right, Wei Wuming's body was burning with fighting spirit, and even his life force was burning. However, the will of the heavenly Dao, which was as messy and impure as the sword power, was constantly improving.
Ling Chuxi did not know whether she should feel sad for him or for him. This was Wei Wuji's great Dao of martial arts, and also his Dao of heaven and earth. If he didn't die in this battle, Wei Wuji would also advance like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Ling Chuxi was not envious. She could not learn this kind of heavenly Dao, and she was not willing to learn it.
An unprecedented fear welled up in the blood-killing dagger's heart, and it subconsciously took a step back. The sunset God demon arrow in its hand was no longer able to be used.
He knew that if he shot this arrow, Ling Chuxi, Huangfu qingjue, and Meng Zheng would not be able to escape. However, he would definitely die under Wei Wuming's sword.
