"If you utter another word, I'll let Kong Jian do this sword strike," Fang Xiu's calm voice rang out.
The old Taoist priest's aura froze, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Poor Fang Moli was looking forward to witnessing an important moment in his life, but he was interrupted, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little.
At this moment, Kongjian added, "Amitabha, actually, the Great Bright Sword Dao of my Buddhist sect is quite compatible with the Xuanyuan Sword."
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest stopped pretending and immediately drew his sword.
Whoosh!
With a single sword strike, the sword energy stretched for 30,000 miles, like the first ray of light at the beginning of time, piercing through the darkness of the world. Wherever the sword energy went, nothing was indestructible and nothing could escape its power!
"ah!!"
The Black God's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his face, as he struggled violently.
"Move! Get moving!"
He fought back desperately, trying to break free from the sword intent's lock and move his body, but the combination of a sixth-tier expert and the Xuanyuan Sword was simply too powerful.
A series of images flashed through the Black God's mind as he recalled how, when he was just an ordinary Black man, he was discriminated against and humiliated by ordinary white people.
He later became a Black spirit medium, thinking he could escape discrimination, but he was discriminated against by white spirit mediums. It wasn't until he met Mr. Zhou that he encountered the first ray of light in his life.
The new world described by Mr. Zhou filled him with longing; it was a world without discrimination, where everyone was equal, because people had become strange beings, so there was no need to distinguish skin color.
"No! I can't die here! I want to witness the new world that Mr. Zhou spoke of! How can I fall here?!"
Suddenly, the Black God erupted!
Black flames raged on his body, his muscles bulged, capillaries ruptured all over his body, blood seeped out from under his skin, and even his bones began to creak. With his strong will and unremitting efforts, he finally broke through the slightest restraint and moved!
He managed to shift his body a few inches, dodging the fatal sword strike, but only narrowly avoiding a vital spot.
Whoosh!
With a flash of sword light, one of his wings was severed, turning into specks of black fire that dissipated into the air.
As the sword struck, the pressure around him instantly dissipated, and he finally regained his mobility.
call!
The Black God gasped for breath, his eyes still filled with shock and the joy of surviving a calamity. Although he had lost a wing and his faith could not repair it, at least he was not dead.
The old Taoist priest was filled with regret. He should have known better than to show off and waste time.
"Hahaha..." The Black God laughed loudly, "You couldn't kill me with your full-force sword strike. I'd like to see who in this world can kill me!"
Looking at the arrogant Black God, Fang Xiu frowned slightly. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Amitabha, there is still this humble monk." At this moment, Master Kongjian stepped forward and took the Xuanyuan Sword from the old Taoist Wuwei's hand.
The Black God's smile vanished abruptly. This time, instead of waiting to be killed, he teleported towards Master Kongjian, intending to seize the Xuanyuan Sword.
Kong Jian's expression changed slightly, and he quickly retreated. Although the Xuanyuan Sword was powerful, it was always a bit difficult to wield it forcefully. It needed to accumulate power, which gave the Black God a time difference.
"Wife." Fang Xiu called softly, and a beautiful figure suddenly appeared, rushing towards the Black God like a ghost. With a light scratch of her sharp nails, a line of blood instantly appeared on the Black God's neck.
He was horrified and quickly retreated, trying to recover using the power of faith, only to find that the power of faith was useless and he could only recover on his own through his physical body.
In that short time, Kong Jian had already gathered his strength, raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and slashed down fiercely.
A sacred and profound sword intent surged forth, bursting forth with boundless Buddhist light that illuminated the universe. As the sword moved, it was as if billions of Brahma flames descended from the sky, vowing to burn away all the strangeness in the world and purify all evil.
The Black God's body stiffened, and he was once again caught in a revolving lantern. With astonishing willpower, he dodged the fatal blow, only to have another wing severed.
Although he lost his wings and suffered severe injuries, he was constantly supported by the power of faith, and his current state was definitely stronger than that of Wuwei and Kongjian, who had exhausted their energy.
"Hahaha... Who else! Who dares to strike me with their sword again?" The Black God laughed wildly. With both of his sixth-tier opponents severely exhausted, he felt that no one could threaten him anymore.
"I'm here too!" In this critical moment, Fang Moli stepped forward, picked up the Xuanyuan Sword, and his eyes were filled with sword intent.
However, the Black God didn't take him seriously at all. The mere fifth-tier warriors wielding the Xuanyuan Sword were not enough to make him fear.
Deep within the Avici Hell, Fang Xiu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, the strange feeling of unease growing stronger. He was going to verify his conjecture.
"You think you can compete with a mere fifth-tier cultivator?"
Fang Moli took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "That's right, me. I'll show you that true strength is never about rank..."
Before he could finish speaking, the world shattered, and all fell silent.
Fang Xiu committed suicide.
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......
"Fang Moli, give the Xuanyuan Sword to Wuwei."
"Wuwei, remember this: after you see God, don't say a single word of nonsense, just use all your strength to kill him."
"It's the Captain!"
The scene repeats itself, and this time Fang Xiu leads everyone to attack Eden once again.
"Who is it! Who dares to cause trouble in Eden!" The figure of the Black God soared into the air. Upon seeing Fang Xiu and the others, he was first stunned, then flew into a rage: "Fang Xiu! It's you! What are you doing here? The antique is already..."
"The Purple Star Sword Intent shines alone under the Emperor Star!" The old Taoist Wuwei unleashed a single sword strike without the slightest hesitation.
The Black God's expression changed drastically in an instant, and he transformed into his original angel form in an attempt to evade, but it was all in vain.
But just as he was about to die by the Xuanyuan Sword, as if history were repeating itself, a strange thing happened.
He broke free from his restraints once again, shifting his body a few inches to dodge a fatal sword strike, but had one of his wings severed!
"Ah!!! My wings!" the Black God screamed in agony, looking utterly comical with only one wing left.
"Hahaha, serves you right! What kind of class do you have, daring to use the same wings as my brother Xiu!" Yang Ming mocked from the side.
Upon seeing this, Fang Xiu's eyes flashed with a cold light. Sure enough!
He scanned his surroundings frantically, trying to spot the figure he had never seen before, but he couldn't find it anywhere.
"Zhou Qingfeng, now that you're here, why don't you dare show yourself?"
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