Just then.

Sudden.

On Su Xuan's wrist, the bracelet suddenly rippled in front of him and turned into a sword!

The sword is black and red.

The two words "Moluo" float on the hilt of the sword, extremely clear.

The blade does not look sharp, but it is filled with an unimaginable heavy aura.

The sword is very depressing, the kind of depression that shocks the entire sky and even extends beyond the void.

"I feel that my sword is stronger." Su Xuan spoke.

As soon as these words were said, they immediately attracted a look and looked at the Moro Sword.

At this time, almost half of the martial arts practitioners in the entire Guardian Mountain had a sudden pale face, and they felt that their minds were sucked into a black and red Shura-like world.

The mood feels like it is about to break.

Even a small number of people were not strong enough. After looking at the Moro Sword, their minds fell into the endless abyss, but they could not get out of it, and became living dead in a daze.

While Su Xuan was speaking, he suddenly grabbed the Moro Sword.

This hold.

The color of heaven and earth changes.

The guardian mountain was trembling wildly, and the almost substantial sarcastic sounds shook from the deep layer of the guardian mountain towering into the sky.

The air around the guardian mountain changed to black and red in an instant.

Even the floating and waving void turbulences were stagnant at this moment, and they did not dare to approach the upper realm where the guardian mountain was located.

In addition, if you look closely, at the moment when Su Xuan held the Moro Sword, there was a faint, black and red light that gave people an infinitely mysterious and stinging and cold light, which turned into a wisp of smoke, lingering on the tip of the sword, making people frightened.

Su Xuan himself was pale, and he gritted his teeth tightly. Only by grasping the Moro Sword himself could he know how powerful the Moro Sword is?!!!

Almost all of his internal organs, limbs and bones were on the verge of being turned into fragments.

That is, the existence of blood treasures and the existence of inner armor stones, which barely allows him to persist.

"This...this...how is this...this?" In the air, Murong Yao almost fell from the air because he was too shocked. The purple sword of the true weapon level in her hand was trembling and afraid at this moment. Even if Murong Yao had not used all his strength to control it, it would have kowtowed and knelt down.

It's like a little underage mouse meeting a tiger.

Murong Yao couldn't imagine what level of treasure the black and red heavy sword in Su Xuan's hand was?

She only knew that the other party's sword was far superior to the real weapon.

Murong Yao's mind was buzzing in chaos.

I always feel like a nightmare.

The small earth plane, even the weakest in the low martial arts plane, how could such a sword appear?!

The level of this sword is difficult to find even in the high martial arts plane, right? Why does it appear in the hands of a young man in the low martial arts plane who is only in the Venerable Realm?!!!

Murong Yao bit her red lips tightly, biting her red lips, and blood flowed down the corners of her mouth. She wanted to tell herself with the pain that all this was fake, all hallucinations, and all nightmares.

Unfortunately, facts are facts.

"Do you still have to do it?" Su Xuan looked up and looked at Murong Yao.

Murong Yao trembled all over.

Although I don't want to admit it, the fact is that there is no need to do it.

I have already lost.

The purple sword at the level of the bright weapon in her hand was her last and strongest trump card, but facing the sword in Su Xuan's hand, it was a thousand miles apart. Isn't this defeat?
Chapter completed!