A series of furious roars!
One spell after another!
Like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, they kept appearing around Su Bai!
At this moment, surrounded by so many spells, he was like a mayfly on the ocean, insignificant and lonely!
However, the magnificent aura emanating from him made him, at this moment, like a boundless sun, impossible to ignore!
Even when faced with immense suppressive power, its body remained perfectly straight and unmoved, like a sharp sword piercing the eyes of everyone from the upper realm!
Bang!
Just as those endless spells descended, a magnificent sword aura, powerful enough to sweep across the entire universe, suddenly erupted from the boy's body!
At the same time, a cold, furious roar filled with endless killing intent resounded in the ears of countless people from the upper realm!
"Anyone who blocks my way shall die!!!"
Boom—Crack!
The vast sword energy surged out like a tide, and countless dharma forms were annihilated by this terrifying sword energy before they could even react!
The surviving Dharma Image, in its horror, saw only that thin figure, dragging a long sword, once again resolutely walking forward!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Swish...
As a result, streaks of extremely dark, seven-colored sword light flashed out, and at the same time, the Dharma images exploded and turned into nothingness!
But these Dharma forms, having regained their senses, still rushed towards that thin figure!
Because they discovered that a scarlet bloodstain had appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth at some point!
Swish...
With the sudden appearance of the sword's edge!
The long, scarlet hair that had always been perched on the boy's head, never changing, gradually turned white as he progressed!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Swish...
It is unknown how many times he swung his sword and how many Dharma bodies he killed. The young man, exhausted and covered in blood, finally appeared on that empty Immortal Tomb!
At this moment, countless avatars of people from the upper realms were still gathered around him, but none of them dared to step forward and stop the thin, dejected, deathly-looking boy who was dragging a long sword!
clatter......
finally.
The boy stopped in his tracks. As the longsword slipped from his hand, his straight body stumbled and fell to his knees in the void!
The magnificent sword energy and surging sword momentum that had been flowing around him before also receded like the tide at the same time!
"He's reached his limit!"
"kill!"
"kill!!!"
A multitude of Dharma forms rushed in, but in the blink of an eye they scattered with a roar!
The reason for all this was that two graves suddenly appeared in front of the boy!
There were no inscriptions in front of these two tombs, but the aura emanating from them acted like a barrier, preventing anyone from the upper realm from approaching them!
Because these two auras have been blocking their way in this place for countless years!
Thud...
Just then, the boy threw a punch and pounded on the two graves.
His strength was minimal; when his fist landed, it made no sound, and left not even the slightest mark on the grave.
But he kept throwing punch after punch, relentlessly...
Even as his fists were reduced to a bloody mess, the boy did not stop.
No one knew why the boy did this, nor did they know that at this moment, he, who had never cried before, was now in tears.
Perhaps the boy wants to cry, but his face, which has been tense for so long, seems frozen and cannot relax.
Only tears fell, like shooting stars, streaking across the ice...
for a long time.
The boy then withdrew his fist and struggled to his feet.
He stood upright before the tomb, his expression gradually turning cold, then indifferent.
At that time, all the heavens and myriad realms were deathly silent, and the chaotic winds raging between heaven and earth caused his long white hair to surge wildly.
And so, the blood dripping from his hands swirled and flowed...
He stood there, motionless, like a decaying wooden stake, his entire body emanating an indescribable aura of death.
Even the long sword hanging beside him seemed unable to hold on any longer, and broke in two at this moment.
The once lustrous blade was now inexplicably covered with a thick layer of stone chips.
but……
Even though they were all very weak at this moment, their figures were all very straight.
Time flows by like clouds.
It's unclear how much time passed before the boy's vacant, indifferent eyes regained a glimmer of life.
He stared at the grave before him, his gaze cold and expressionless.
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