This sword was too fast, too vicious—so fast it seemed to transcend time itself, and so fast that Zhao Sheng and Zhao Xuanjing could not react in time.
The instant the two realized something was wrong and were about to strike with all their strength, a bloodstained iron sword actually fell from above.
The iron sword's radiance was dim, yet its blade exuded boundless killing intent. One glance at it was like seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with countless wronged souls sinking and rising in that blood sea, wailing in grief, while innumerable broken weapons and shattered blades piled into mountains, constantly giving off baleful qi that soared to the heavens.
At this moment, in the center of the iron sword's blade, there was shockingly a brand-new saber mark three inches long and half an inch deep.
In the blink of an eye, a crystal-clear little blade appeared out of thin air and slashed viciously down onto the iron sword's blade.
The little blade had appeared abruptly, and its speed was even more unimaginable.
Though the iron sword dodged with all its might, it still failed to evade this strike.
A flash of saber light appeared, and another fresh saber mark was added to the surface of the iron sword.
Time-Light Blade!
Seeing this miraculous scene, divine light surged in Zhao Sheng's eyes, and he instantly let out a breath of relief in his heart.
Suddenly, a divine thought came over in an instant: "Chong He, careful! This is the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure, the Immortal Slaying... Sword!"
Before the words had fallen, Zhao Xuanjing had already unfolded a Dharma body ten thousand zhang tall, and the Stone Axe in his hand flashed and vanished.
Boom boom boom!
In one ten-thousandth of an instant, a great