Too beautiful a thought.
The ancient swordsman's attacking power remains extraordinary.
Sizzle—a blue sword light swept through the purification wave.
The guardian's great sword crumbled like mud, snapping directly, cutting him from abdomen to shoulder diagonally in half.
"There's hope!"
The dismembered avatar could only use the mental victory technique.
After all, after breaking through two seals with the single-word Tai-style sword, the blue light had indeed dimmed... by one-tenth!
"The Four Divine Platforms!"
"The Grand Ancient Bell!"
"The Azure Dragon Cauldron!"
"..."
In a brief moment, the avatar of Saint Xin conjured no less than ten ancient Inscription Stele Divine Instruments to weaken and guard.
Sizzle!
Without exception.
When the sword light swept past, divine platforms, ancient bells, dragon cauldrons, all were cut in two, fragile like paper.
"What to do now, what to do now..."
