In the blink of an eye, the spirit of the Poison Dragon Python was greatly invigorated; the bloody hole healed rapidly at a visible pace.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng's gaze turned cold, and without a word, he urged the sword formula. The Golden Essence Flying Sword, which had just pierced through, coiled around and transformed into a sword rainbow, slashing through again.
With a "puff" sound!
As expected, the Poison Dragon Python had suffered a great loss in its primordial qi, and even its fleshly defense had weakened significantly—it couldn't withstand the stabbing of the flying sword, and another bloody hole appeared next to its reverse scale.
Zhao Sheng, seeing that he had not struck a vital point, couldn't help but snort coldly; divine light surged in his eyes as the Spiritual Flying Sword instantly turned into a point of golden light, shooting into the Poison Dragon Python's reverse scale at an inconceivable speed.
