Crippling cultivation

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, a strong wave of spiritual energy rolled out. Jiuling's body retreated and she looked at Li Tian with an ugly expression.

The immortal sword in Li Tian's hand moved and was placed horizontally beside him, and the sword Qi rolled continuously.

His gaze carried a hint of sarcasm as it swept across Jiuling from top to bottom.

"That's all you've got," Li Tian said coldly, a sneer on his face.

Killing intent flashed in Jiu Ling's eyes. The countless golden symbols around his body began to rotate again, and the light was very dazzling.

"I admit, you can make me serious."

Jiu Ling said in an indifferent tone. The killing intent on his body grew stronger and stronger as he spoke.

"Pfft." Li Tian sneered and rolled his eyes. Was the other party not serious before? How laughable. He wouldn't shed a tear until he saw the coffin. He wanted to let the other party know that ..."You really F * cking farted a lot!"