This time, I am the best among all my brothers, both in terms of strength and spirit.
I decided to face that magnificent light head on.
When I arrived in Kyoto, Kyoto was already on high alert.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Kyoto is still the same Kyoto with little change, but in the eyes of powerful practitioners, it has long been impregnable and terrifying.
On the Hanging Mountain, a sharp sword intent was waiting to be unleashed. In the Pure Land Sect, infinite Buddha light gushed out, dyeing half of the world golden.
In the never-setting sky in the heart of Kyoto, there is a continuous stretch of fairy mist, and inside it is a real dragon roaring towards the sky, emitting endless majesty.
If any one of the three parties attacked with all their strength, even if the Martial Saint chose to resist head-on, he would be seriously injured or even die.
In their opinion, this kind of power is the highest level and is invincible to any power in the world.
Whether in the Pure Land Sect of Xuankong Mountain or in the sky, there are Martial Saint-level figures in charge of presiding over the formation.
The power is invincible in the world, but unfortunately the enemy comes from the sky!
In the year 845 of the Great Xia calendar, I watched the last grain of sand in the hourglass drain away.
A ray of light, pure and holy to the extreme, descended from the sky.
That light was extremely divine and holy, and pure to the extreme, but the speed at which it fell was so fast that it was beyond human perception.
Amidst the astonishing changes, he penetrated silently into the huge magic formation of the Hanging Mountain. The earth-shaking sword formation had not yet erupted before it was defeated because of his extremely wonderful and extremely fast speed.
In the rapid collapse, I saw a ray of light cut in from the most vulnerable point of the magic circle, and at the fastest speed, it circled around the magic circle and disintegrated the most powerful magic circle of Hanging Mountain. In the process of passing through, powerful figures came forward to block it, and figures at the level of Martial Saint exerted their strength.
Anyone who fought with skill would surely be weak, but the next moment a small flame jumped out of that light, burning the Martial Saint from head to toe, leaving only a wisp of ash.
He who has invincible skills has also unparalleled strength!
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