In an instant, the sword light became brighter, penetrating the heaven and earth.
This sword light penetrated the clouds as soon as it was formed, illuminating the entire Xuantian Continent.
In the far north, all the great and powerful people looked up at the sword light with incredible eyes, dumbfounded.
Mo Qianqiu shouted sharply, "Luo Jianqing!" As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the sky, but he heard a cold and low voice behind him: "Qian... Demon Lord, come to me."
Mo Qianqiu paused, turning to look. He saw the aloof and noble Demon Lord, at the center of the Primordial God-Slaying Formation, raise his right hand and reach out toward him. Jin Li's gaze held a calm and composed expression. He extended his hand so earnestly, his tone steady and composed, as if emphasizing something extremely important, urging the other's trust.
The Red-Robed Demon Lord was positioned between the dark clouds and the Absolute Beginning God-Slaying Formation. After a moment's hesitation, he finally tiptoed towards the Absolute Beginning God-Slaying Formation and grasped Jin Li's hand. The moment their palms touched, no one noticed as Jin Li's stiffened body suddenly relaxed. To everyone else, they only sensed a strange and powerful force surging from Mo Qianqiu towards Jin Li.
In just a short moment, Jin Li's realm skyrocketed and broke through the limit of the Spirit Transformation Stage!
A beautiful white dragon rushed out from Jin Li's body, and together with the golden dragon, rushed towards Li Xiuchen in the center of the formation.
The moment the white dragon appeared, the thunder in the sky seemed to be caught off guard and was unable to stop it in time, allowing Li Xiuchen to take the hit head-on.
Li Xiuchen spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.
After the white dragon appeared, the golden dragon's power became even stronger. The core of the Primordial God-Destroying Formation seemed to come alive, with spiritual power surging into the sky.
At this moment, Luo Jianqing was holding the Xuanling Sword and Shuangfu Sword, ready to meet the blow that would shatter space. Somehow, just as the sword was about to strike, Jiulian's body suddenly paused, his aura suddenly weakened, and a force once again broke through the clouds, heading towards the far north.
Luo Jianqing suddenly understood: He was going to save Li Xiuchen again!
At this time, Jiulian's sword had already chopped down. Luo Jianqing gripped the sword tightly in both hands and rushed forward without hesitation.
The Frost Floating Sword led the way, the Mysterious Spirit Sword protected him at his side, and the Azure Lotus Primordial Spirit spun on the Frost Floating Sword, blossoming into a condensed and majestic Azure Lotus. Luo Jianqing concentrated all his spiritual power on this sword, and when his sword met the Nine Lotus Sword, there was only a crisp sound -
The Qinglian soul was broken into pieces.
Luo Jianqing's face suddenly turned pale.
Jiulian's sword is still slashing down!
Bang!
Under this blow, Qinglian's spirit completely shattered, powerless to fight back. Next came the Frost Floating Sword, its immense spiritual power shielding it, firmly blocking Jiulian's strike. However, the sword still fell.
The spiritual barrier shattered, and the Frost Floating Sword met the blow head-on. And then...
“Crack—”
A small crack appeared on the Frost Floating Sword. Luo Jianqing opened his eyes wide and saw Jiulian's sword energy attacking the Frost Floating Sword with unstoppable force. The small crack grew larger and deeper... Boom! The Frost Floating Sword completely shattered, and Luo Jianqing fell backwards. His aura suddenly plummeted, and blood continued to gush from his mouth.
When Jiulian's sword was about to chop Luo Jianqing's face, a long sword blocked Luo Jianqing's way.
The Xuanling Sword flashed with golden light, and Luo Jianqing fell to the ground, his face pale, blood pouring from his mouth. Following the collapse of his Yuan Shen, his Ming Sword shattered. At this moment, Luo Jianqing's realm plummeted, already falling below the Mahayana stage. He was so weak that he no longer had the strength to stand up.
Looking at the Xuanling Sword that was blocking the sword energy, Luo Jianqing stretched out his hand with difficulty, his eyes red, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Master... No..."
boom!
The Xuanling Sword suddenly shattered, and thousands of fragments turned into starlight in front of Luo Jianqing and disappeared into the endless dark road.
Luo Jianqing watched the scene with eyes wide open. Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched the slowly disappearing Xuanling Sword, his lips slightly parted. But before he could shed a single tear, the sword light of Jiulian pierced through everything, piercing through Luo Jianqing's brows and shattering his sea of consciousness.
The clear and bright pupils became blank and out of focus at this moment. Luo Jianqing raised his head in a daze, and a pitch-black bloody hole appeared in the center of his eyebrows.
In the far north, Xie Zizhuo was attacking Li Xiuchen with all his might, but suddenly, he stopped and lowered his head stiffly. In Xie Zizhuo's palm, a cyan lamp appeared. The flame was gone, and a crack formed at the bottom of the lamp holder, then slowly climbed upwards.
“Crack—”
The lamp broke into two pieces in Xie Zizhuo's palm.
Xie Zizhuo cried out with red eyes: "Big Brother!!!"
Everyone's eyes turned to him. When Mo Qianqiu saw the broken natal lamp in Jie Zizhuo's hand, his eyes widened. He suddenly broke free from Jin Li's hand and rushed forward: "What the hell is this!"
The moment Mo Qianqiu left, Jin Li's face suddenly turned pale. His realm plummeted again, falling all the way back to the late Mahayana stage. Mo Qianqiu had already flown to Li Zizhuo's side. With his powerful strength, he snatched the lamp from Li Zizhuo's hand: "What the hell is this..."
The voice stopped abruptly. Feeling the faint breath of the lamp about to be extinguished, Mo Qianqiu could no longer utter a word.
After a long moment, the Red-robed Demon Lord's lips moved, his voice hoarse as he murmured the name: "Luo Jianqing..."
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