"Good courage!"
"You still want to clash with me in a fight to the death?"
"You think you can take me on? Do you even have the strength, old man?"
Confronting this scene, Yi Chen was wildly furious, with rich golden energy surging along the Dragon-Slaying Sword like a rampant vine, with this boost, the Dragon-Slaying Sword instantly swelled to over ten meters in size, the tip of the sword emitting golden light flickering like a snake's tongue.
At this moment, the Dragon Tiger Divine Pattern on the golden Daoist's body became more animated, and even began to move up his arm.
Wielding the massive golden sword, Yi Chen glared fiercely downward and made a fierce swing, instantly confronting the black banner that was shooting towards him like lightning.
The elder in black showed a glimpse of fear in his eyes, but he was obviously a veteran of many battles, extremely experienced in combat.
He made a hand sign, his face showing a look of agony.
