Throughout history, the more pure it is, the stronger it is. The leader of the Taiqing Sect is undoubtedly a person who holds the most pure sword in his hand.

From beginning to end, this great saint of Taiqing had to do only one thing, that is, to continue to stab the sword in his hand into the scarlet Taoist eye of the Saint Lord below.

Because this Taiqing sword is far from over, it is still unknown who will win!

At the same time, at this moment, the green sword in the hand of the Great Saint of Taiqing continued to shine brightly, shining on the entire void of the sky outside the sky.

The sudden burst of light also made all the monks around who witnessed all this subconsciously ignore the strange state of the sword-holding figure above the Taiqing Dao Lotus.

At this time, the great saint of Taiqing had already appeared and alternated between reality and reality.

Obviously, this is not a state that can be called normal, and this state also means something in the eyes of discerning people.

"The state of this great saint of Taiqing is not good. His body is between virtual and real, and this is undoubtedly full of everything."

On the Daxia treasure ship, when the words of the Southern Heavenly King Chang Xiliu were heard, Sima Annan, not far away, stared at the figure of the green shirt in front of him, and word by word, responded:

"This Taiqing sword should have completely consumed all the foundation of the Taiqing Sect leader's thousand-year practice. Even said that this sword is the former's desperate sword!"

As soon as the word "death" was released, all the officials of Daxia who heard this appeared in awe of awe and respectful look. Then Sima Annan took a deep breath, and his young voice continued to spread:

"Living with a sword, living for the people, and abandoning the rest of the right and wrong, this great saint of Taiqing deserves the name of Taixuan son, and in the history of the world, there are only a handful of people like him."

After this admiration was put down, the breathing of all the taboos in the entire Daxia treasure ship suddenly stopped, because the figure in front of him who stabbed down with a sword had completely dissipated and turned into a real rule and sharp state.

At the same time, at the front of the deck of the entire Daxia treasure ship, the extremely majestic emperor voice belonging to Zhao Yu rolled out:

"This sword in the hand of the Great Saint of Taiqing has reached the last change, and the final victory or defeat is about to be fully determined."

After the emperor sound in Zhao Yu's mouth exploded, outside the Southern Immortal Gate, the Taiqing Great Saint, who had completely become empty, folded his hands on the hilt of the Taiqing Sword that was shining brightly, and then he rushed down to the scarlet Taoist eyes hidden by the Saint Lord below.

"Puchi!"

A light sound appeared under the sword of Taiqing, which meant that the last explosion of Taiqing began to rush against each other with the barrier of luck outside the Taoist eyes of the Holy Lord.

At the same time, the blooming lotus in the world suddenly closed inward, causing the Saint Lord to climb out half of its body, stuck tightly, and could no longer climb out of half a step.

"Come on, Taiqing, let me see what methods you have to break the power of luck outside the body of this saint, kill this saint, come on!"

The next breath was the roar that sounded from the Holy Lord's mouth, with extremely violent and violent.

Faced with the provocation of the Holy Lord, the vague body of the Taiqing Great Sage, still had a dull look on his handsome face. Then he commented down his eyes, and a faint voice came out:

"Saint Lord, as you said at the beginning, no existence in the whole world is immortal. Under the long river of time that flows, everything will eventually be reborn into nirvana.

"So the creatures will die, the sea will die, the stones will rot, and your Holy Lord will die naturally."

When the leader of the Taiqing Sect said this, his tone was plain and there was no big emotional fluctuation. It was this calm that made people feel even more trembling, and every pore on his body was trembling violently.

Then, the steady and thick voice continued to be heard in everyone's ears:

"Although I have been practicing for a short time, thanks to my stronger understanding than ordinary people, I have to be as good as the rest of my life for decades. Therefore, for a long time, my sect leader used countless boiling thoughts to think about a problem.

"That's how to kill you!"

As soon as this statement came out, the murderous intent that had already been boiling to the extreme outside the Nanxian Gate went up to a higher level, and even the roar that the surging Taiqing aura blew on the holy master's eyes was countless times louder.

"Boom boom boom!"

With a loud noise that was louder than another, the sound of the Taiqing Sect Master's continued to linger in the void:

"I know that killing you is not easy. Whether it is the ultimate sharpness or the strongest origin, there is no way for you. Even the power of Kaitian refining just now will be blocked by you using the power of luck as a backhand.

"So over the years, not only the Saint, you, have tried every means to think about how to survive. The Sect Master dreamed of how to kill you.

"But after thinking about it, I finally realized that it may be really difficult to do so by yourself, this is a fact!"

This sound that was neither light nor heavy, not only the faces of the monks of the sect who heard the words around him changed drastically, but even the violent ups and downs of the Holy Lord had a very violent fluctuation. Then the latter was about to open his mouth and roar, and the increasingly majestic response from the Great Saint of Taiqing above came out:

"But Holy Lord, if this Holy Lord doesn't kill you, it doesn't mean that other beings can't kill you. You might as well think about what you fear the most?"

This faint rhetorical question came out, and the open sharp mouth of the Holy Lord suddenly closed, and the scarlet eyes suddenly began to ripple in endless ripples. When he opened his mouth, he let out a roar:

"Impossible, Taiqing, this is a battlefield carefully selected by this saint. This is the Heavenly Amitabha created by the Immortal Court Holy Palace with all its might. It cannot come here, absolutely impossible!"

The Holy Lord said this with the most violent emotional fluctuations from the beginning to the present, and then his extremely sharp gray claws suddenly opened outwards, and the roar continued to sound:

"Since it treats you as a sword, it means it is extremely scared. How could it come here in person? This Holy Lord doesn't believe it."

The word "not believe" kept echoing in the void outside the Nanxian Gate, but the figure of the blue shirt standing proudly holding a sword above the green lotus, the movement of the sword stabbing downward without any pause, and at the same time, the increasingly determined voice came out:

"As time goes on, creatures will change, and the way of heaven is the same. Therefore, you cannot look at this new era with tens of thousands of years of vision."

After the words of infinite evil spirits fell, the leader of Taiqing Sect suddenly lowered his head, staring at his green eyes, and the unprecedented high voice in his mouth resounded in all directions:
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