He is not a god.

He will also lose!

Moreover, he was defeated very badly... Even for tens of thousands of years, the martial souls transformed by the ten most powerful sword cultivators in the world have all perished one after another.

What will he fight?

Li Taixuan sighed, he withdrew the last sword head, slowly purified his clothes that he had never cared about before, and raised a smile on his face that he could leave after death.

A sense of fighting rose in his eyes!

"I can't escape!"

Li Taixuan's eyes became cold, and he held the three-foot Qingfeng with his hand, "But I can die with you."

"you?"

The silver young man suddenly laughed, "Do you really think that by yourself, can I die with you?"

"Can!"

Li Taixuan spoke meticulously:

"Because, my name is Li Taixuan. I have been in charge of the human race and have seen the leader for more than hundreds of years... I am here, so I will never allow the human race's sword path to be defeated!"
Chapter completed!