Just as Wan Du Xie was doing everything he could to resist the sinister poison, Jiang Siming silently appeared behind him.
At his command, the Golden Crow Sword came crashing down from behind Wan Du Xie!
Jiang Siming had thought the attack was foolproof, but unexpectedly, a pitch-black magical treasure glow lit up behind Wan Du Xie.
It was a low-grade spiritual weapon armor.
Jiang Siming was not surprised. Nascent Soul stage monsters had plenty of secret treasures and techniques, and each one had formidable self-preservation abilities.
If Wan Du Xie really had only this level of strength and these few trump cards, that would be laughable.
The top-grade magical weapon Golden Crow Sword struck the black armor, leaving behind only a blade mark of moderate depth.
It had not inflicted any substantial damage.
There was still a huge gap between top-grade magical weapons and spiritual weapons.
Wan Du Xie realized that Jiang Siming had attacked him. His back went cold, and he had nearly fallen for the boy's trick.
But at this moment, the poisonous gas was invading him. Although Wan Du Xie wanted to counterattack, he could not spare a hand.
Jiang Siming took advantage of this moment to control his flying sword, striking the black armor again and again.
Wan Du Xie sneered. A Golden Core stage cultivator wanted to use a magical weapon to break through the spiritual weapon armor of someone at the Nascent Soul stage? It was simply wishful thinking.
But at that very moment, the Golden Crow Sword suddenly gained many "brothers."
That was right. Jiang Siming had somehow produced another large batch of flying swords. There were twelve of them in total.
Every sword looked exactly the same, like twelve identical siblings.
Yet every one of these swords contained the radiance of