"Lao Luo, there's a little problem here."

…

The old sword god raised his head and looked at the giant formless being hanging above his head.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes, but at the same time, there was also a scorching light.

This is what he wants to see.

The giant sword he condensed with his sword intent has completely disappeared.

It was not because of the giant Wuxiang that he was defeated, but because the old Sword God gave up himself.

After all, in comparison, his sword intent was too insignificant.

"Hahaha……"

The old sword god suddenly laughed.

But that smile was filled with bitterness.

His body kept shaking, not because of fear, but instinct.

A powerful man in the Eight Desolations could no longer control himself from trembling.

This is the absolute oppression that Wuxiang brings to him.

And the reason he laughed was because of despair.

It’s not that I feel that I will die, but I feel that I will never have the chance to reach this level before I die.

If it's just a little bit short, he can keep trying.

But from his perspective, he already knew that this had nothing to do with hard work.

What the two lack is absolute talent.

It was destined from birth.

"Even Jian Wuchou doesn't dare to call himself the Sword God."

Ning Fan spoke.

The old Sword God seemed to be in extreme collapse, but he still felt the disdain expressed by Ning Fan when he said this.

"Are you worthy?"

The moment Ning Fan finished speaking, the giant formless sword suddenly fell down.

The sword points directly to the top of the mountain!