"If you keep talking nonsense, let Kong Jian do this sword." Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded.
The old Taoist Wuwei's whole body was stagnant and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Poor Fang Moli was looking forward to witnessing an important moment in his life, but was interrupted, and the light in his eyes dimmed a bit.
At this time, Kong Jian also added in a timely manner: "Amitabha, in fact, the Great Light Sword Technique of my Buddhism is quite suitable for the Xuanyuan Sword."
Upon hearing this, Master Wuwei stopped pretending and swung his sword quickly.
Uh-huh!
With one sword slashed out, the sword energy spans thirty thousand miles. Like the first ray of light when the world opens, it cuts through the darkness of the world. Wherever the sword energy reaches, it is indestructible and indestructible!
"ah!!"
The black god's eyes were about to burst, veins popped out on his face, and he was struggling violently.
"Move! Move!"
He resisted with all his strength, trying to break free from the lock of the sword and let his body move. However, the combination of the sixth-level powerhouse and the Xuanyuan Sword was too strong.
A revolving door flashed in the mind of the black God, and scenes from the past came to mind. When he was an ordinary black man, he was discriminated against by ordinary white people and suffered humiliation.
Later, he became a black spiritual master. He thought he could get rid of discrimination, but he was discriminated against by white spiritual masters again. Until he met Mr. Zhou, he encountered the first ray of light in his life.
The new world described by Mr. Zhou made him yearn for it. It was a world without discrimination and everyone was equal. Because everyone was weird, there was no need to distinguish between skin color.
"No! I can't die here! I also want to witness the new world Mr. Zhou mentioned with my own eyes! How could I fall here!!"
Suddenly, the Black God broke out!
The black flames on his body were burning fiercely, his muscles bulged, capillaries all over his body ruptured, blood continued to seep out from under his skin, and even his bones began to creak. With his strong will and unremitting efforts, he finally broke through. The silk restraints moved!
He successfully moved his body a few inches and dodged the fatal sword, but he only avoided the vital part.
Uh-huh!
The sword light flashed, and one of his wings was cut off, turning into black fire and dissipating in the air.
When the sword was slashed, the pressure around him instantly dissipated, and he finally resumed action.
call!
The Black God was breathing heavily, his eyes were in shock, full of the joy of surviving the disaster. Although he had a broken wing and couldn't even repair it with the power of faith, at least he was not dead.
The old Taoist Wuwei was full of annoyance. He would have known better and would not have wasted time by pretending.
"Hahaha..." The Black God looked up to the sky and smiled: "You can't kill me with all your strength, but I want to see who else in this world can kill me!"
Looking at the arrogant black god, Fang Xiu frowned slightly. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Amitabha, there are also poor monks." At this time, Master Kongjian stepped forward and took the Xuanyuan Sword from the hands of the old Taoist Wuwei.
The black god's smile suddenly stopped. This time he did not sit still and wait for death. Instead, he rushed towards Master Kongjian as if teleporting, intending to snatch the Xuanyuan Sword.
Seeing his face change slightly, Kong quickly retreated. Although the Xuanyuan Sword was powerful, it would always be a bit unsatisfactory when driven forcefully, and it required accumulating strength. This also gave the Black God a time lag.
"Wife." Fang Xiu called softly, and a beautiful figure suddenly appeared, rushing towards the black god like a ghost. With a slight stroke of his sharp nails, a line of blood instantly appeared on the black god's neck.
He was shocked and turned back, trying to use the power of faith to recover. However, he discovered that the power of faith was useless and he could only rely on his body to recover.
In just this one meal, Kong Jian had already finished accumulating all his strength. He raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and slashed it down violently.
The sacred and thick sword intent spurted out, bursting out with immeasurable Buddha light, illuminating the universe. When the sword moved, it was like billions of Brahma fire falling from the sky, vowing to burn away all weirdness in the world and purify all evil.
The black God's body froze and he was caught in a revolving door again. Then he once again relied on his amazing will to avoid the vital point and had another wing cut off.
Although he lost his wings and suffered severe injuries, he had the constant support of the power of faith. His current state was definitely better than the excessive consumption of inaction and empty views.
"Hahaha...who else is there! Let me see who can strike with a sword again?" The black god laughed wildly. The two sixth-level swordsmen were severely exhausted. He felt that no one could threaten him anymore.
"And me!" At this critical moment, Fang Moli stepped forward and picked up the Xuanyuan Sword, his eyes filled with sword intent.
However, the Black God didn't take him seriously at all. The small fifth-level Xuanyuan Swords were not enough to scare him.
In the depths of the Infinite Hell, Fang Xiu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and the weird feeling that something was wrong became more and more obvious. He wanted to verify his conjecture.
"It's just you, a small fifth-level person?"
Fang Moli took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Yes, it's up to me. I'll let you know that real strength never depends on level..."
Before he could finish his words, the world suddenly shattered and everything fell silent.
Fang Xiu committed suicide.
.......
.......
"Fang Moli, give the Xuanyuan Sword to Wuwei."
"Wuwei, remember, after seeing God, don't say a word of nonsense and use all your strength to kill him."
"It's the captain!"
The scene reappeared again, this time Fang Xiu once again led everyone to attack the Garden of Eden.
"Who is it! Who dares to come to the Garden of Eden to cause trouble!" The figure of the black God rose into the sky. After seeing Fang Xiu and others, he was stunned for a moment and then became furious: "Fang Xiu! It's you! What are you doing here? The antique has already... ..."
"The Sword Intention of Ziwei, the Emperor Star shines alone!" Old Daoist Wuwei slashed out with his sword without any trace of ink.
The Black God's face suddenly changed wildly, and he directly transformed into his original angel form, trying to avoid it, but to no avail.
But just when he was about to die under the Xuanyuan Sword, as if history was repeating itself, something strange happened.
He actually broke free from the restraints again, moved his body a few inches, avoided the fatal sword, and had one of his wings cut off!
"Ah!!! My wings!" the black God screamed miserably. He looked particularly funny with only one wing left.
"Hahaha, you deserve it. What kind of class are you? How dare you use the same wings as my Brother Xiu!" Yang Ming mocked from the side.
Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu's eyes flashed with cold light, and sure enough!
He glanced around suddenly, trying to see the figure that had never been masked, but he couldn't see it at all.
"Zhou Qingfeng, since you are here, why don't you dare to show up?"
