Ranged Sword Propelling! The sword penetrated Di Yu's chest!
Even Di Yu's golden-buddha body was like a piece of paper against it!
Everyone's jaw dropped, including Di Yu and Yang Renlong's.
The Sky-sundering Emperor Sword soared up into the cloud sea and disappeared.
Zhou Xuanji descended slowly with the Phoenix Emperor Sword in his hand. He had already stored up the Sky-sundering Emperor Sword.
Although the Sky-sundering Emperor Sword was not as famous as the God-Emperor Sword, he had to be careful.
If, unfortunately, I meet with a fan of mine here, then what?
"Do you think you can still win?"
Zhou Xuanji asked loftily. His face was calm and casual, which was the exact opposite of Di Yu's.
Di Yu's touched his chest. The searing pain proved to him that everything was real.
