Shen Luo was anxious. His water techniques were incapable of extinguishing the golden flames. He had no countermeasures at the moment.
Facing the raging flames, in desperation, he could only summon the Pure Yang Sword Embryo. Holding the hilt of the sword embryo with empty hands, his eyes closed, he suddenly recalled the scene of fighting a sword-wielding heavenly soldier in the Dream Golden Pagoda.
The soldier had a sky-lifting fire sword technique, which suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"Damn it, if I die, I die!"
Shen Luo roared, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he tightly held the Pure Yang Sword Embryo as if wielding a treasured sword, not swinging it downward, but making a circular arc in front of him, then suddenly lashing it out diagonally forward.
