The opponent's swordsmanship is much better than his.

"Father, you are, you are the master's adopted daughter..." Zhang Mingyuan whispered.

In the void ahead, Huang Zhihu looked back, with a calm expression on his face.

"Your side has a strong foundation of power, but it's a pity that your sword practice is so poor."

"Otherwise, facing a god, we wouldn't be so embarrassed."

After the words fell, Huang Zhihu raised his hand.

In the void, streaks of sword light flew down.

Each sword cultivator has a tall and straight figure, and the sword light is lingering around his body.

"Prehistoric."

"Nine Xuan Sword Sect."

"Nine Mysterious Sword Formation."

"Please give me some advice, senior deity."

Huang Zhihu thrust out his sword, and billions of sword lights followed the sword directly.

The sword light fills the sky, illuminating the heaven and earth for hundreds of millions of miles.

Even the light curtain standing in front of Han Muye was covered by the sword light, vibrating and shattering, and cracks appeared.

"The power of killing gods!"

The God King Yunji shouted angrily.

"Han Muye, are you really looking for death?"

In the light curtain, a strong man in the divine realm was clearly pierced by the sword light, and saw his original power quickly dissipating.

Even if you don't die, you will still be in a state of decline.

This is a god!

"court death?"

Han Muye, whose body was wrapped in clouds, raised his head, his eyes filled with bright light.

"Yunji, are you really in the imperial city?"
Chapter completed!