Wu Ji Patriarch

Jing Wudao had already sensed the green light when it approached him. He immediately gave up on killing He Youliang and turned around to strike with his sword.

Jing Wudao's seemingly casual swing of his sword was just right, and it struck the green light that was fiercely shooting over.

His expression changed when the flexible sword collided with the green light.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out in the forest.

Jing Wudao, who had swung his sword at the green light, was actually sent flying several meters back by the remaining power of the green light, staggering to the ground.

"The Wu Ji patriarch's poisonous eye is indeed powerful!" Jing Wudao steadied his body and looked at the Wu Ji patriarch with a frown.

The soft sword that Jing Wudao held tightly in front of his chest was still buzzing and shaking. It was enough to show the power of the green light just now.