At this moment, a black sword pierced the red light.

A deep voice sounded, and thick red smoke spread all around.

The black sword pierced the red light and disappeared into thin air, then turned the sword and became the size of a palm and returned to the palm of Jianjian's hand.

The palm-sized black sword was spinning in circles in Jianjian's hand. He stood in the air and looked at the old woman coldly, saying that he could only rule the world like this.

The Sword of the King, when it breaks through that level, becomes the true king.

Who can compete with me in the sky?

"You have good strength. It is your honor to let me kill you."

Soaring into the sky, standing on the top of the clouds, Jianjian looked down at the old woman, the arrogance in his eyes was exactly the same as that of the egret.

If Shangguan Muhua and others saw this scene, they would probably say with shame: It is indeed that perverted weapon, even the level of arrogance and arrogance is exactly the same.

"Who will kill whom...it's not certain yet."

The old woman flew toward Jianjian with her crutch in hand, and the crutch in her hand drew strange-shaped things in the air like a red pen.

"Guiyuan Slash!"

Loud shouts were heard, but waves of whirlwinds were seen blowing behind the old woman. These whirlwinds were composed of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The whirlwind of heaven and earth spiritual energy gathered on the old woman's head, her white hair was blown around, and her pale face could not hide her sharpness.

A weird smile appeared on the old woman's face again, her eyes flashed, and she saw a whirlwind composed of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered into a knife on the old woman's head.

The knife was trembling violently, as if something was about to come out of its shell, and there seemed to be some powerful power sealed inside.

"Do you think that by suppressing melanin, you can stop taking your body seriously?"

Standing in the air, the aura of heaven and earth around her was still the waves of the sea. The old woman looked at the sword with a gambler-like fierceness in her eyes, "I will let you know today what the real hell is."

With a wave of her withered hand, the red crutch in the old woman's hand pointed towards the sword.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and the old woman shouted: "Behead him and let him know what a real king is."

Wind and waves were everywhere, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was flying everywhere, and extremely powerful energy came from the sword above the old woman.

As soon as the old woman's voice fell, the heaven and earth spiritual energy sword that had been shaking violently above her head hit the sword like an arrow from the string.

Jianjian looked at the knife flying towards him coldly. He stretched out his right hand with a black vortex and sneered at the old woman, "You...you want to kill me like this? How naive."

"King?"

The huge sword was as big as a pinhole in Jianjian's eyes. Jianjian stood in the air like a king, with his left hand behind his back and the palm of his right hand facing the flying sword.

He said calmly: "I am the king."

While speaking, who can compete with the arrogance?

The sword composed of the powerful spiritual energy of heaven and earth struck Jianjian's hand, and Jianjian held the blade tightly with his right hand.

No matter how violently the sword, which is composed of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, trembles violently, it cannot escape the palm of the sword's hand.

"In front of this uncle, a little broken sword dares to claim to be a king. Are you tired of living?"

Jianjian roared in a low voice and suddenly placed his left hand behind his back on the violently trembling sword.

Put one-third of your strength into your hand, twist it hard, and a crisp sound will sound.
Chapter completed!