Looking at that Dao sword... Evil Sword!
White Deer's mind once again trembled, and although it looked strange, he could vaguely make out the shadow of Dual Polarity True Intent.
The solidity of this Evil Sword was even far surpassing that of Baiyun Temple's master.
How many years had it been since a Taoist from Baiyun Temple had fully mastered this Dual Polarity True Intent?
Moreover, the aura revealed by the opponent had clearly not reached the level of Condensation Elixir Completion. How had he condensed this sword intent? Could it be that he could freely mobilize his inner core without having to worry about the restrictions of meridians and major acupoints?
White Deer Demon Lord was not given a chance to ponder.
Shen Yi was suspended in mid-air, his ink-black robe fluttering with the wind.
