Chương 946: Wei Yuan's trump card (3)

although it can only pollute it for half a quarter of an hour, it's enough. Emperor Zhen de casually threw it off the cliff and turned to Wei Yuan with a sinister smile, "

"How are you going to bypass us and seal the witch God?"

There was a Grand Wizard, two spiritualists, and a powerhouse at the crossing calamity stage.

Wei Yuan was only one person, a martial artist barely of rank-2.

Emperor Zhen de raised his hand and seemed to pinch something out of the air. He pinched it at his fingertips and flicked it.

A ray of sword Qi whizzed out, one into two, two into three, three into thousands.

The concentrated sword Qi was like a school of fish in the ocean, and like a torrent, it shot toward Wei Yuan.

Each flash of sword Qi could easily kill a fourth-grade cultivator. In addition, the sword Qi was mixed with attacks that targeted the primordial spirit.

The human sect's Qi sword and heart sword as one.