A snow-colored lotus blooming with platinum brilliance floated out from his right hand that was holding the hilt of the sword, and the colorful lotus silk threads swayed in the wind.
The blooming petals glowed with brilliant colors, and the gracefully rotating flowers flew into his heart.
His broken body floated in the air and was completely healed by the glowing golden light, becoming solemn, sacred and wonderful.
Golden light shone on his body, woven into black pants and a hooded robe, and the six hem of the white-gold robe spread out like petals.
The Grant Sword without a scabbard burst out with black energy, and strands of black energy attached to the entire sleeveless right arm; the sword shrank magically, turning into a cross sword and branding his right palm.
The sky wind blew his flowing black hair, and his body shone with the morning sunlight. He opened his eyes in an unprecedented tranquility and found himself moving towards the shore of the Blue Sea.
It was the gigantic Fighting Buddha, holding him up with his palms like mountains of five fingers.
The Buddha statue looks so supreme, peaceful, pure and compassionate, more dazzling than the cloudless sunset, but it bends down and silently stretches out a hand and puts it on the ground.
Ruins of ruins and mountains of ruins extend to the distance of the road.
The demons and monsters who had lost their homes appeared, and they all knelt down and kowtowed to the Victorious Buddha.
"Go and kill the demon soul with the Grant Sword!"
"Sun Monkey! Do you want me to live a life worse than death? They are my followers, my warriors."
Alarmed by the loud Buddha's voice, the demon king appeared on the back of the host's right hand with a red eye.
This eye was pressed tightly by the stretched out left palm, and there was no chance to speak again.
The long black iron sword engraved with blood-red lines stretched out in Fengyu's hand, exploding with endless wisps of black energy.
The demonic power of the Grant Sword penetrated into his internal organs, and the power that was ready to move was jumping in his body.
Spider-like black and blue lines appeared on his face, and his body moved quickly in an instant, flying to the center of the city.
Buildings made of gold, silver, steel, glaze, glass, and rock, with strange and unique structures, stand silently in the haze that blocks the sky and the sun.
The demon souls hiding in the black mist swooped down from all directions and swarmed towards the young man fighting alone, covering him without a trace.
Their number is like the gathering of tens of billions of yellow sand, covering the sky and the earth in an airtight manner.
The magnificent sword energy mixed with golden light cut through the terrifying black mist wind group, and reflected several crisscrossing sharp lights and shadows from it.
The characters blessed by the power of the Grant Sword and the Merit List have transformed into transcendent beings like gods and devils.
Wherever the sword is, it destroys the void and kills all the demons, evil spirits, demons and monsters in all directions.
Horrified hoarse screams erupted from the terrifying and dark evil energy, and the earth-shaking sound echoed through the mysterious city.
The lingering demon souls gathered into a towering, corporeal figure, wielding a huge sword made of burning black flames with both hands, intending to kill the young man.
When the weapons met, the murderous aura released erupted in an arc of light, and the sword light mixed with the shock wave flew across a thousand meters.
Fengyu was suppressed by the violent force of the troll's sword that opened up the world. He instantly fell to the earth from a high altitude, causing rumbles and vibrations, and causing smoke to fill the sky.
The low-rise house was shattered in an instant and scattered in the fierce and cruel wind.
A piece of ground with a diameter of about two hundred meters is sunken into a mortar shape more than ten meters deep.
The man lying in the center of the huge pit was covered in blood and motionless as if he was dead.
The troll is like a moving mountain, roaring like an angry lion, and the sound reaches into the sky.
It raised its foot that shook the world and stepped down with all its strength.
The terrifying dark shadow casts on the ground and covers the huge pit, which will trample the ant-sized boy until nothing is left.
At this time, a thrilling scene occurred. The dazzling golden light like the morning sun was released from Fengyu's heart, quickly flooding the whole body and repairing the body. This is a critical moment to save your life on the merit list.
Before the troll's feet could touch the ground, a golden figure that was as brilliant as flames bounced up.
The giant monster spewing black mist was unstable, and one of Optimus Prime's big feet was torn into pieces by the flying golden light.
Countless moans and wails tore through the air, the troll's black hole-like eyes reflected a bright figure approaching, and the hem of his coat blooming like a lotus flew like a dream.
Catching a glimpse of where the light blade slashed horizontally across the neck, it felt its head tilt and its vision shake violently.
The sword holder raised his arms high, leaping lightly like a magic bird.
In the sight of the head that tilted suddenly and was stained with black energy, the golden light that cut through and swept away the black energy turned into a sharp blade and flashed forward. It slashed powerfully from the neck to the crotch, breaking through the giant's burly body standing tall on the ground with one sword. .
This was a tragic killing that happened in an instant.
The troll's body was torn in half, then shattered and exploded.
The demon souls were defeated, and in the black mist and storm that filled the sky, they let out babbling screams of fear and surrounded the young man hanging in the sky.
Feng Yu's body was radiant, and the dazzling color even suppressed the black mist demon of the Grant Sword, and the weapon turned into a golden lightsaber that scattered light beams.
Each ray of sword light cuts through the void, like a thunderbolt piercing the sky.
"You bastard! Have you killed enough?" The demon king's gritted teeth echoed in the Gulan Sword.
At this moment, the golden lightsaber faded away and dispersed its brilliant colors, and black air and wind beams emerged.
The sword trembled uncontrollably in his right hand, making Feng Yu almost unable to suppress the demonic energy.
Seeing the situation, the demon spirit counterattacked, roaring like a lion, attacking from all directions, turning into swords that covered the sky like a rainstorm.
Feng Yu wielded the Grant Sword and shattered the weapon, sending sharp fragments of cold light flying around him.
He nimbly avoided the flashes of swords and swords that filled the sky, and the long sword in his hand continued to draw sharp rays of light that soared into the sky.
The figure flying in the air is like a dazzling lotus, and the hem of the coat spreads out into six pieces and flips over in the wind.
The light and shadow in the void were chaotic, sparks were flying, countless broken blades exploded repeatedly, and the "clang" sound of the strike was clear and harsh.
The Demon King mocked rudely: "If it weren't for the power of the Grant Sword that blessed you, let alone your beautiful swordsmanship, you would have been turned into a hedgehog long ago."
His hand holding the sword suddenly paused for a moment, and even his expression froze, because the demon soul seemed to be beaten back to its original shape, turning into black mist and scurrying around.
He turned his face to look at the blue sea in the west, and his golden eyes reflected the image filled with light.
The sky and the earth are filled with light and sanctity, as if thousands of suns are shining on the strange city.
Golden auspicious clouds are all over the space, and four purple-gold wind wheels emitting colorful light appear in the southeast, northwest and northwest directions of the sky. There are swastika symbols in the constantly rotating wind wheels.
This is a huge "Wonderful Purple Gold Wind Wheel" that emits eight thousand halos, and the light reflects the perfect image of the sacred and solemn image of the victorious Buddha.
He is a hundred meters tall and appears in the center of the wind wheel. His body is purple-gold, and he holds the lotus of the universe in his left hand. The lotus glows with 84,000 colors, and each color releases 84,000 rays of holy light.
The ten thousand feet of holy light shone warmly and softly on the eerie city, causing countless demon souls to disappear in the shroud of light.
