With the previous sword "Red Dust·Refining Heart", Rao Yaoyao knew how big the gap was between the power of the Holy Emperor and the power below the Holy level.

Gu Xuan

This gap, to outsiders, will be impossible to make up for a while.

Raoyaoyao is different.

She raised her eyes slightly, gazed at Divine Sword Xuan Cang with pious eyes, and murmured: "It's up to you..."

The Xuan Cang Divine Sword, one of the five great artifacts of chaos, is the treasure that suppresses luck at the headquarters of the Holy Temple on the Guizhe Holy Mountain. The purpose of this operation is to deal with the current emergency situation.

If there is any external force in this world that can resist the power of the Holy Emperor.

That should only leave the power of destiny that has been nurtured in the Xuan Cang Divine Sword for thousands of years and has been blessed by many semi-saints and even the holy emperor.

The power of luck in the Holy Temple!

Likewise, it also represents a part of the destiny power of Holy God Continent!

Rao Yaoyao stood up out of thin air with a solemn expression. He released the sword in his hand, pointed his hands together, and crossed them in front of his chest.

"Xuan Cang, open!"

A clear cry.

It was clear that the Xuan Cang Divine Sword was not in the hands of the sword holder, but at this moment, it spun sideways at high speed in front of Rao Yaoyao.

Along with the rotation, wisps of destiny power flew out like golden sparrows, like the first ray of morning light that lit up the dark night, demonizing the whole audience, and the eyes of the spiritual refiner flashed with light of hope.

A Hundred Thousand Miles of Dark World.

On the ground are countless crazy spiritual masters scratching and screaming.

In the sky is the female sword fairy in elegant clothes, guiding the sword and breaking the situation.

The sword fairy’s order transforms the luck into shape.

Divine swords fly, birds lead and dragons sing.

"Ouch——"

Within a moment, a large amount of luck energy escaped from the Xuan Cang Divine Sword, turning into a five-clawed golden dragon, spiraling up into the air, and directly breaking through the black blockade of the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation.

Rao Yaoyao's eyes burst out with energy at the same time. He grabbed the high-speed rotating divine sword Xuan Cang with one hand, and his clothes rustled in the air waves.

"The Ruthless Sword..."

The loud roar of the dragon disappeared when Rao Yaoyao held her sword, and the golden dragon of luck also followed her shout, wandering from the sky, and merged into her body.

"Slay the demon!"

A horizontal slash with one sword.

This sword, blessed by the power of luck, directly penetrated the void and unreasonably hit the power of the black dragon deep in the souls of all the spiritual refiners.

No dissuasion.

Never transformed.

At this moment, Rao Yaoyao did not choose a roundabout way to use the power of the black dragon in another way, allowing the spiritual refiner to eliminate it on his own.

Because she understands.

There is no way that ordinary spiritual refiners can defeat the power of the black dragon alone.

And her sword, with the blessing of the Luck Golden Dragon, no longer required any detours.

"boom!"

Finished with one sword.

Gold replaced black.

The dark world of a hundred thousand miles was replaced by brilliance, and the Holy Spirit Formation of the Tenth Century returned to restore light.

The blackness in the eyes of the insane spiritual masters was also dyed into golden light, and finally returned to their proper clarity.

"what happened?"

"what happened……"

Everyone spread their hands and felt that there had been a change in themselves, but they could not explain clearly what the change was.

"This is the second level of love swordsmanship, the Sword of Forgetfulness?" On the other side, Teng Shanhai's one eye had already seen straight.

The style of Rao Yaoyao's sword is too outstanding.

Using the Sword of Forgetting Love, the second level of the Nine Swordsmanship of Love, directly caused thousands of spiritual refiners present to forget their own demonic desires deep in their souls.

Then, everyone regained their clarity!

This swordsmanship accomplishment...

How terrifying!

Teng Shanhai simply couldn't believe that Rao Yaoyao, who was in the same Taixu realm as him, could slash out with such a sword.

"So, is this the difference between the Seven Swordsmen and the ordinary Taixu?"

Teng Shanhai felt bitter in his heart.

In the past, Teng Shanhai had not cared much about the Seven Swordsmen, the most powerful person among the semi-saints who was widely rumored in the mainland.

He always felt that among the Seven Sword Immortals, except for Yu Tu, Hua Chang Deng, etc., they were able to master power comparable to that of a semi-saint in the Taixu realm because they were individually powerful.

But these individuals are exceptions!

Others simply cannot compare to their achievements.

However, today, Teng Shanhai saw a different kind of scenery.

Rao Yaoyao Shao took action with all his strength.

Teng Shanhai didn't even know before that Rao Yaoyao's swordsmanship understanding of the Nine Swordsmanship Zhongqing Swordsmanship had reached the second level.

They say that if you give the Seven Swordsmen a sword, the swordsmen will be able to defeat half-saints.

But the enemy right now is the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale!

Rao Yaoyao was able to kill the Black Dragon's power from the Holy Emperor's Dragon Scale with one sword, although it was said that he borrowed the power of luck from the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.

But this power of luck must be borrowed by someone who has the ability to do so.

For example, Teng Shanhai...can't do it at all!

Rao Yaoyao's sword is nothing more than claiming to the world: "Sword Immortal" plus "Excalibur" equals "the power of the Holy Emperor"?

"Succeeded..."

With one strike of the sword, the world returned to clarity, and Rao Yaoyao's eyes became inexplicably bright.

With the last sword "Red Dust·Refining Heart", she did not defeat the power of the black dragon, but through a head-on confrontation, she clearly understood the gap between herself and the Holy Emperor. This was a valuable experience.

This sword "eliminates demons" made her firm in her Taoism.

In ancient sword cultivation, not only the Eight Masters can achieve perfection.

He wields four swords, and his ability exceeds all generations.

If I take the divine sword Xuan Cang, Taixu can defeat the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale!

At this moment, Rao Yaoyao's Taoist heart was strengthened, and the self-confidence that had been unconsciously lost for decades was regained.

And the three kendo mountains that had been weighing on her heart, Yu Tu, Hua Chang Deng, and Ba Zun Shu, seemed to have begun to fall apart.

"Click!"

Rao Yaoyao heard the sound of his own bottleneck breaking.

Her eyes brightened, knowing that by taking this step, she might be able to reach the third realm of love swordsmanship and become a semi-saint of swordsmanship!

However, at this time, Dao Qiongcang's extremely calm voice sounded in his ears: "Rao Yaoyao, where is the Luck Golden Dragon?"

"Huh?" Rao Yaoyao was startled.

She just slashed out with one sword, borrowing the power of destiny from the divine sword Xuan Cang.

It stands to reason that after killing it with one sword, the Luck Golden Dragon will return to the Xuan Cang Sword Body and be reborn without any consumption.

But check it out now...

"The Golden Dragon of Luck is gone?"

Rao Yaoyao's heart stopped suddenly.

That is nearly one-tenth of the power of luck that the Holy Temple has nurtured for thousands of years!

Why didn't you come back?

How could you not come back?

How could you not come back?!

Rao Yaoyao's pretty face turned livid for an instant, then all the blood disappeared, and her whole body began to tremble.
Chapter completed!