The cold light comes on!

The biochemical robot is slashing towards Song Ziyu!

this moment!

The terrifying force of tearing apart space made Hualong Sect tremble.

"You want to kill me?"

Song Ziyu snorted coldly, "Then you have to use your own body!"

Facing the cold light, Song Ziyu waved his hand suddenly, and a terrifying light belt formed in front of him.

The biochemical robot's sharp blade slashed at the light belt, unable to make any progress.

"Interesting, is this a method of cultivation?"

Xihe laughed and said, "Do you think this method can stop me?"

Song Ziyu said, "You are still too arrogant."

While speaking, Song Ziyu suddenly raised his hand and pointed towards the biochemical robot approaching him!

This finger actually burst out with bright light!
Chapter completed!