His mind power also began to surge, and two powerful auras collided with each other.

A few monks in Chengyi's upper realm were already pale and could not bear the disturbance, and even breathing became a little difficult. Even some monks at the top of the third realm had to hold on to their bodies, and even subconsciously controlled the square wooden table in front of them with both hands.

The five floors are filled with rumbling sounds.

The whistling sound of the wind and rain.

The aura of collision gradually faded.

Lu Changge's face was still ugly.

Li Mengzhou's expression was still calm, but he was breathing slightly.

It is not easy to defeat the fourth-level low-level monks in perfect state. The fourth-level monks who Li Mengzhou once killed are all in a half-dead state and cannot be compared at all.

Even though Lu Changge is just a newcomer in the threshold of the four realms, it is precisely because he is a newcomer that his will is full.

Li Mengzhou needs to have a fuller will than him and also have close strength, otherwise everything will be a silence.

He looked at Lu Changge quietly, his eyes gradually brightening, and he still had a trump card and was useless.

Because he has not yet used his natal sword to fight.

In the past era of the prosperous sword gate, the natal sword arose with the thoughts, which is truly inseparable from the sword master itself. If the natal flying sword is cut out, it will definitely bring back a living life. The stronger one can even kill hundreds of enemies with the sword in an instant.
Chapter completed!