What he wants to kill is a Buddha in the world and a demon in the world. There will be a result when the sword is drawn.

So the Samsara Sword in his hand made a move that astonished the monk.

In front of him was a powerful enemy. He wanted to find hope in despair, so looking in the monk's eyes, Li Xiuyuan suddenly slowed down in front of him.

Back then, at the foot of Tianyun Mountain in the Xuanwu Continent, he used the mountain-moving sword to kill Ouyang Xuan, the prodigy of the Snowfield Holy Land. Facing the powerful enemy in front of him, he used this sword again.

The spiritual sword in the monk's hand with a scowl glowed with a faint golden light, pointing at Li Xiuyuan, who was five feet in front of him.

At this time, the Samsara Sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand was as heavy as a huge mountain. It moved slowly in his hand and came towards the monk holding the spiritual sword bit by bit.

The monk distorted the space with the sound of the bell used in Honglian Temple, and the spiritual energy like a tide hit Li Xiuyuan who was holding a sword and moving mountains.

In his opinion, no matter how strong the willpower is, the monk should be in despair at this time.

Li Xiuyuan still didn't. The sound of the ancient temple bells in his ears was no different from the bells of the Prajna Temple on Fangcun Mountain. He had been listening to it for countless years.

On the contrary, the Samsara Sword in his hand slowly moved toward the monk five feet in front of him.
Chapter completed!