Godslaying Battle

A spirit sword formed from blood and an ancient, unadorned spirit sword were about to clash in midair.

The spirit sword Feng Xiuyun had tempered with her own blood had already slashed toward Sa Tongtian's chest. It looked ready to split the old man's chest open...

At that moment, Sa Tongtian's spirit sword was still five feet from her chest.

In the blink of an eye, the wind across the plaza grew fiercer.

Ignoring Feng Xiuyun's blood-forged spirit sword, it swept in suddenly, carrying a sky full of fine snow.

Endless white snow and a streak of lethal crimson formed the most achingly beautiful scene in the world.

Faced with such a fierce Sword Qi, any cultivator would instinctively feel despair—and die with regrets in the next instant.

Even with a spirit sword in hand, despair would leave them unable to resist.

This sword surpassed Feng Xiuyun's absolute power. It even surpassed the old man's cultivation after his breakthrough...

Feng Xiuyun had not only borrowed power from the heavens; she had also wrung out every last bit of her potential, even at the cost of falling back to a lower realm after this strike.

So long as she could kill the old man before her, she would pay any price.

And so, her sword became a streak of crimson between heaven and earth. Only a spirit sword dyed in blood could be the most dazzling—and most terrifying—thing in this world.

At that moment, her sword wielded the power of heaven and earth!

For Sa Tongtian to remain standing before the might of heaven and earth was already a miracle.

As still as a mountain, he silently raised his sword to meet the power of heaven and earth embodied by Feng Xiuyun's strike. He surpassed not only every cultivator present, but