After being severed, the Cyan Snake let out a thunderous roar like a dragon's cry, and the front half of its body bounced slightly on the ground, turning into a blue light that shot away like an arrow.
Even, faintly, a ripple appeared and the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi gathered madly, as if to form a dignified statue.
"Too late."
Chen Ping changed his previous aggressive style, turning into a gentle breeze, swept up into the air, leaving dozens of afterimages behind him.
The sword momentum, carrying wind and thunder, struck the head of the Cyan Snake.
Boom...
The forty-some tons of Sword Gang power exploded violently.
A cloud of blood mist burst forth in the original spot.
An old, illusory head appeared in the air ripples, with blood tears streaming from its eyes, howling in agony and unwillingness as it dissipated with the wind.
"Before, he didn't die?"
