"Clang!"
The Cheng Ying Sword's sword radiance shot out in all directions and hacked at Chen Daochu's natal spiritual armor, producing a crisp sound of metal clashing.
"I'm fine! Haha, I'm fine!"
Seeing that the Natal Spiritual Armor had blocked Chen Daoxuan's attack, the originally nervous Chen Daochu suddenly smiled happily.
Seeing him like this, Chen Daoxuan smiled and said, ""Don't be too happy yet. That sword attack of mine was only equivalent to the attack of a third qi layer cultivator with a first tier upper grade magic tool.
It would be strange if you couldn't block it with your Level One high-grade Natal Spiritual Armor, which is comparable to a Level Two defensive magic tool."
At this point, the expression on Chen Daoxuan's face became serious. "" The next sword strike is at the fifth qi layer. Be careful! "
Hearing this.
Chen Daochu's expression turned serious.
On the field.
