Boom!
A huge explosion!
He Yuanqing was blown back dozens of feet.
Through the hazy smoke, a figure broke through the air.
In front of him, a Top Grade Flying Sword, agile as a dragon, pierced through the layers of remaining Spirit Qi, heading straight for He Yuanqing's neck.
"How could this be?"
He Yuanqing's eyes widened, filled with despair.
The next moment.
Whoosh!
The figure was late to start but first to arrive, grabbing the hilt of the sword.
And the tip of the sword was pointed directly at He Yuanqing's forehead, trembling non-stop.
"Brother Yuanqing, thank you for your generosity!"
"How could this be?" He Yuanqing couldn't believe it. He opened his mouth to voice his unwillingness.
But as soon as he did, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Spurt!
Fu Li stepped aside to avoid it, his gaze turning towards the Golden Core Elder in charge of the Defensive Array.
The Elder of Dragon Head Peak looked at him appreciatively.
