Xu Yi didn't dare underestimate the power of the purple qi.
He knew all too well how formidable his Hun Tian Sword was. Since this purple qi could entangle with the Hun Tian Sword Qi and successfully wear it down, how could Xu Yi afford to be overconfident?
Another Sword Robe swept over him. At last, the purple qi enveloped it, and an enormous pressure bore down on him, like a mountain weighing tens of millions of jin collapsing from above. He could barely catch his breath.
Just then, Purple Shadow lunged forward. With a squeeze of his massive hand, the purple qi that had completely enveloped Xu Yi abruptly condensed and contracted, transforming into a sharp spear. Carrying a force that could topple mountains and overturn seas, it stabbed toward Xu Yi.
The already-thin Sword Robe split apart at once. The spear struck Xu Yi squarely in the chest, stretching his torso nearly thirty meters.
Xu Yi crushed a handful of Magnetic Origin Beads. A thunderous explosion rang out, and Purple Shadow shot backward.
Xu Yi spat out a mouthful of blood. Cracks spread inch by inch across his chest, which had become as hard as rock.
Since leaving Jingchen Hall, he had not only achieved Core Essence and greatly increased his cultivation; the defensive power he'd gained after opening two dragon gates had also been strengthened to the utmost.
He had dared to enter Feng Su's mouth not because he was relying solely on the Sword Robe. His true reliance was this body-protecting Mystic Art.
Now Purple Shadow's spear had nearly broken through his defenses and threatened his life. It was completely beyond his expectations.
He had also clearly sensed that the purple qi was a stream of incredibly pure spiritual power, its might astonishing. It was as