A huge sword shadow swept forward, driving straight in, unstoppable.
As the sword slashed down, the entire white world rumbled and shook, as if about to collapse, but it remained steady. Luo Jianqing twisted his right hand, and the Frost Floating Sword transformed into a stream of green light, flying between his eyebrows. He grasped the Xuanling Sword in his right hand, pointed the sword forward, and began to attack again and again.
His goal is this boundless white world.
The Xuanling Sword had been with Xuanlingzi for five hundred years. While it hadn't been tempered by immortal energy like the Taihua Sword, it was already considered a semi-immortal weapon. Rays of cyan sword light, tinged with gold, emanated in the direction of Luo Jianqing's strike, shaking the white world with its majestic power.
The white sky is shaking, the white earth is shaking.
Every time a sword energy struck, the world trembled violently. Luo Jianqing exhausted all his strength in each move, and the terrifying spiritual power surrounded him, flashing with dazzling brilliance. Just as Luo Jianqing was preparing to strike the final blow, he saw a fierce wind suddenly blow from the white world.
First there was a violent gale, then there was violent thunder.
Luo Jianqing held a Xuanling sword and faced the strong wind and thunder, counterattacking and defending calmly and calmly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The lightning and thunder grew increasingly fierce, and the gale grew even more brutal. By the time the two battled to the end, each bolt of lightning and gale was equivalent to a full-strength attack from a cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm. Luo Jianqing summoned his Azure Lotus Primordial Spirit, using its power to activate the Nine Lotuses Heaven-Seizing Record, and then raised his Mysterious Spirit Sword to resist.
Powerful, resounding collisions echoed throughout the white world, the two sides locked in a fierce struggle. A thin layer of sweat gradually covered Luo Jianqing's forehead. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, a beautiful flash of sword light flashed in his hand, and he flipped his hand to grasp the Xuanling Sword. With a long shout, he thrust the sword into the ground.
As soon as the sword entered the ground, there was a loud bang, and with Luo Jianqing as the center, a vast and ethereal force spread outward.
This force swept around with an irresistible momentum, crushing all the thunder and strong wind into powder. Endless spiritual power emanated from the cold and slender sword body of the Xuanling Sword, filling the entire world.
Bang!
The white world suddenly vanished with a deafening sound of shattering.
The moment the white disappeared from his sight, Luo Jian single-handedly grasped the Xuanling Sword, his eyes warily focused on the path ahead. He was once again back on the narrow, dark road. All around him was a thick, pitch-black darkness, unable to see behind or ahead.
However, Luo Jianqing could not be careless.
Da da!
Da da!
Faint footsteps approached from the end of the dark road. Luo Jianqing pulled the Xuanling Sword from the road with his backhand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked ahead cautiously. The man's steps were neither hurried nor slow, and he walked casually and calmly. His figure could not be seen in the darkness, only the sound of his footsteps could be heard.
When the white figure appeared in front of Luo Jianqing, he silently gripped the Xuanling Sword and looked at the other party calmly.
With a cold, oppressive aura and an unparalleled handsome face, the moment this man appeared, he seemed to stand atop a mountain, looking down upon all living things. His power had already formed an invisible pressure, pressing down on Luo Jianqing's shoulders. He lowered his eyes, and the sound of the wind beside his ears stopped for a moment.
Luo Jianqing pursed his lips, raised the Xuanling Sword, and pointed it directly at the other party: "Jiulian, are you really going to stop me today?"
Yes, this person is Jiulian!
Luo Jianqing still vividly remembered the scene where Jiulian's obsession disappeared, but now, he met the real Jiulian.
"You are too weak, only comparable to Mingjia back then. You are not as good as Moqing, not as good as Cangruo, not as good as my former self, and even less so than me who has already integrated into the Heavenly Dao."
When that obsession uttered these words, Luo Jianqing still hadn't understood what Jiulian meant. Thirty thousand years ago, among the sixty-four demon lords, Cangruo Demon Lord was the undisputed leader of the demons, the sole demon king. Mingjia Demon Lord was just below Cangruo, the second most powerful being in the demon realm.
Luo Jianqing was well aware of Jiulian's arrogance, but in this world, when strength and arrogance were put on the same level, that was strength!
There is a kind of people in the world who are so powerful that others have no desire to resist.
He hadn't encountered such an enemy in decades since Luo Jianqing's Nirvana. That man, empty-handed, simply stood there calmly and calmly, and he could still the thunder and silence the raging wind. The vast world opened up just for him, and the dark path was guarded by him alone. He no longer had any worries.
However, no matter how powerful the opponent is, Luo Jianqing will never turn back.
Jiulian didn't answer his question. His gaze was cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at a grain of sand, a blade of dry grass, or a tiny insect. He was the Way of Heaven, and the Way of Heaven was him. In his eyes, Luo Jianqing was no different from the rest of the world; they were all mere straw dogs.
Luo Jianqing's eyes narrowed, and he attacked suddenly while Jiulian was still not making a move.
The Xuanling Sword turned into a golden sword light, as graceful as a swimming dragon, and rushed in front of Jiulian in an instant. However, just when it was about to touch his face, it suddenly stopped, and the golden sword light shattered!
Luo Jianqing paused, the Xuanling Sword returning to his palm. As the sword returned, its blade was still trembling, and the base of Luo Jianqing's left hand had already been cracked, leaving two bloody wounds, from which gurgled blood.
Looking forward, Venerable Jiulian didn't move a single step, but just stood there calmly and composedly!
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