A black light rose from Ning Qi's hand.

Xiao Hei, a low-grade fairy weapon, and Xuanfeng Sword, a middle-grade Taoist weapon, faced each other in an instant, and the tip of the sword met the tip of the sword.

Seeing this scene, Dong Kun heaved a long sigh of relief in his heart. It seems that his slight feeling was just an illusion, and the other party was still going to die. In the scene in front of me, after Xiao Hei in Ning Qi's hand was shattered inch by inch, the aura of the Dao that was locked on the Xuanfeng Sword suddenly disappeared, and then, as if following Xiao Hei's footsteps, the Xuanfeng Sword also shattered into pieces , drop