"Very good, I want to see if your [principles] are stronger or my sword is stronger?"

"No matter how sharp the sword is, it can't cut through time, let alone panic and righteousness!"

Glancing at the jet-black divine sword in the hands of the young man in white, Lian Yuanwei shook his head disdainfully.

"A vulgar martial artist doesn't know how high the sky is and how high he is..."

"…………"

Although he knew that Wufu was at the bottom of the contempt chain of all major ranks, Zhao Yinshun did not expect that he was in this situation now. How dare the guy opposite him dare to despise him?

Who gave you the courage?

Do you really think that there is a stream of time between you and me that I can’t do anything to you?!

Baring his teeth, Zhao Yinshun held up the [Rahu] in his hand, and under Lian Yuanwei's puzzled gaze, he let go of his fingers and let it fall downwards.

However, before the sword edge touched the ground, the sword condensed by Zhao Yinshun's essence melted from bottom to top, turning into endless purple-gold flames.

"I have always been one against ten thousand, and was crushed to death by the military killing formation, but this does not mean that I have no domain..."

Looking up and looking around the strange world of ink paintings, Zhao Yinshun tapped his heart.

"The sharpness of my heart can slay gods and demons. The Sword Domain is the King's Landing!"

Buzz~

In conjunction with [Heart is stronger than matter], the purple-gold flames all over the sky converged and condensed, turning into tens of thousands of translucent swords. Taking the ground under Zhao Yinshun's feet as the origin, the dark and cold purple-gold color spread like ripples, quickly eroding only the

There is a world of ink and wash in black and white.

"Mythical Sword Realm?!"

Realizing that the fierce divine sword intent was constantly impacting his own domain, Lian Yuanwei's eyes widened in disbelief, and he didn't know how many times he had exclaimed today.

He couldn't understand how a boy who was only eighteen years old could hone such a profound level of swordsmanship.

He had only seen similar power in those hundreds of years old mythical sword immortals in [Shu Mountain].

No!

Even more majestic and powerful than the sword realms of those sword immortals!

In a daze, Lian Yuanwei had the illusion of facing the [Emperor], and an irresistible feeling of despair and powerlessness surged into his heart.

But as soon as his soul moved, he instantly woke up from the pressure of supernatural authority, and his eyes became more solemn.

At this point, he had begun to give up in his heart.

Originally, he just wanted to teach a rough martial artist a lesson. Even if he could kill a god general at the sixth level, Lian Yuanwei was confident that he could escape unscathed.

But he didn't expect that his swordsmanship was so advanced, which was enough to threaten him from a conceptual and rule level.

However, before he could figure out how to retreat gracefully, unspeakable pain came from the divinity that penetrated into the depths of Zhao Yinshun's soul.

I only felt that the other party's divinity had a strange resonance and oscillation, and instantly turned into an incomprehensible black hole, swallowing up all the power of intrusion and even prying eyes.

Torn pain came from his soul, Lian Yuanwei staggered for a while, and finally managed to regain his footing.

When he came back to his senses, the freehand and beautiful ink painting world around him had completely collapsed, and was replaced by a strange world of deathly silence and darkness.

In the sky, an evil sun burned blazingly, but what it released was not the warm and scorching sunlight, but the icy purple cold flames.

Next to it, an unknown moon shrouded in the depths of hazy dark clouds, exuding a gray moonlight full of death.

The sun and moon were in the sky, and countless long swords were suspended in the sky, flashing rhythmically like stars, and together they formed a desperate figure.

In the center of this background, a group of young men in white clothes stood like kings in the sky, looking down at themselves.

"A dog with a broken back still dares to bark in front of me! I don't know whether to live or die!"

With a thought in his mind, the long sword filled with stars turned its edge and pointed at the suppressed Confucian from afar.

The next second, endless long swords penetrated down and shot towards Lian Yuanwei like raindrops, causing dense space-time ripples around him.

Observed with the naked eye, the sword condensed with energy and energy continued to blur as it approached Lian Yuanwei. When it came within ten feet of his body, it completely melted and disintegrated, dissipating into nothingness.

However, under Zhao Yinshun's [High Dimensional Vision], although the essence constituting the sword body disintegrated, the divinity containing the law of destruction continued to deepen, turning into a misty sword spirit thinner than a hair, haunting Lian Yuan

Walking hard in the stream of time around us.
Chapter completed!