Zhou Yun panted heavily. He raised the spiritual sword in his hand, only to realize that the blade of the spiritual sword had been turned into powder in the previous wave!
"It's been hard on you. You've been with me for a year." Zhou Yun was a little emotional. This was his first spiritual sword. He had never thought that he could use it to kill four spiritual corpses and a late-stage foundation establishment cultivator!
"Junior Brother Zhou, do you know how I feel right now?" Su Lingyun walked up and patted Zhou Yun's shoulder.
"Because I'm too much of a genius, you want to vomit?" Zhou Yun slapped her hand away and walked to the black-robed man.
The four spiritual corpses had been completely killed, leaving only the late-stage foundation establishment cultivator.
Zhou Yun still remembered Su Lingyun's words. As long as he drank the black blood, he would be able to recover from his injuries. Zhou Yun stared at the black-robed man.