A faint light flashed in Gui Wujiu's eyes. The power of the magic elixir was commendable. From the perspective of others, his sword was just a trick, and in terms of magical power, it didn't seem to be much stronger than before. .If Chu Dao people harbor this thought, they will be severely damaged.

But Taoist Chu once again avoided the trap. However, he saw that all the alchemy power in his palm was condensed, and the alchemy turbine manifested into nine beads of six clear and three turbid forms, forming a ring and forming an invisible array.

At the same time, the person's elixir power suddenly surged several times, pushing the Nine Sons Formation to rotate rapidly, blocking Gui Wu Guo's sword that was sure to advance.

The chance of success or failure is now!

Gui Wujiu calmed down his mind and calmly experienced the power of Taoist Chu's elixir. Although this person's elixir power increased several times, it still seemed to be inferior to his own. In this way, the outcome was determined.

Using Gui Guo Lun to make subtle changes in the power of magical elixirs, if a monk from the lower realm wants to hit him head-on, his elixir power must be at least twice as strong as his. This is the benefit brought by the word "pure".

The ink-colored long sword and the Nine Sons Disk are facing each other, and their posture is very simple. There is neither steaming like the five elements, nor the sound of the earth shaking, but it is like a ball of ink, "sliding" into a ball of water bubbles. Break a water balloon, then disintegrate and disappear completely.

Taoist Chu took half a step back but was unscathed.

Gui Wujiu looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Taoist Chu actually resisted Zhongmen's sword with his elixir power, which was slightly weaker than his own. Could it be that his luck was so subtle that he was better than himself? Thinking of this, Gui Wujiu felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. This was Definitely impossible.
Chapter completed!