The bronze sword only had a tip, and the sword light emitted filled half of the sky.

Even the scarlet moonlight in the desperate situation of reincarnation was suppressed by the sword light.

The bronze sword in Chen Xia's hand is still slowly unfolding.

Qiong Qi's arrogant expression condensed slightly, he reached out and grabbed his own clothes, pulled hard, and tore the golden robe off his chest, bursting out with sparkling golden light.

This is his magic weapon at the bottom of the box, the Golden God Chanyi.

It was also the magic weapon he had snatched. It is considered to be the finest magic robe among Taoist weapons. When worn on daily basis, it has the wonderful effect of warming and nourishing Qi and blood and absorbing spiritual energy.

When activating the magical power, one has to tear open the robe and call out the possessor of the Golden God. If the possession is complete, it will be invulnerable to all forces and transform into a human Golden God.

However, the Qiong Qi Tuhai realm's cultivation cannot support the complete incarnation. Neither the soul nor the body can bear it, so it can only be transformed into 50%, which is equivalent to strengthening half of itself.

His whole body was covered with golden light, he stretched out his hand and knocked his brother hard, laughing extremely arrogantly.

"Come, let me see if your three million is really as powerful as the rumors say, haha, I hope your flying sword is as powerful as possible!"

Having said this, Qiong Qi's already extremely exaggerated smile widened even more, and even made him laugh a little erratically, with a distorted face and a maniacal smile.

"Quick, come and chop me, let me see how powerful you are, I'm going to nail your flying sword, it's mine, it's all mine!"

He looked a little delirious, drool was drooling from the corner of his grinning mouth, his pupils were dilated, and greed was visible on his face.

Chen Xia was very concerned about his mental state and planned to give him a blow.

The bronze sword completely emerged in his hand, and the tip of the sword shone with abundant sword light, extending all the way to the hilt.

The flying sword is not long and is covered with mottled rust.

But this is the strongest half-immortal sword in Chen Xia's body.

He held the sword firmly, and the sword's intention reverberated, pouring into his arm, shattering the meridians, and traces of blood poured out from the pores, dripping on the ground like light rain.

Chen Xia did not let go, with a calm face, looking at the crazy Qiong Qi, and said.

"I rarely kill people."

The corner of his mouth suddenly raised a smile, not as arrogant as Qiong Qi, but with plain confidence, he continued as if it was a matter of course.

"But you will die by my hand."

He tightened his grip on the sword.

The bright red moon in the sky reflected the bright sword light.

The sky and the earth turned white.

Qiong Qi's eyes shrank in an instant, holding the boundless golden light with both hands, grabbing at the left and right at the same time, tightly protecting him in front of him.

At this moment, he had just prepared his defensive measures. He didn't even have time to strengthen them, and his spiritual consciousness didn't sense any movement.

Not even the sound, light, or wind moved.

He didn't blink, but a figure in a green shirt that was so fast and twisted that it seemed to be suddenly stretched, had already arrived in front of him from thousands of meters away.

And in the hand of the figure in green shirt, there was a pure white... bronze sword?!

Fast, too fast.

Qiong Qi didn't have time to react, and even before the thoughts in his mind were produced, he was struck by a sword.

The boundless sword light exploded, filling the entire reincarnation desperate situation. The pure white sword light replaced all the colors, overwhelming the body-protecting divine light and the golden god unable to lift their heads.

Chen Xia gritted his teeth. The hand holding the bronze sword was already dripping with blood. However, he did not let go and slowed down. Instead, he tightened his grip even more, and the strength in his hand gradually increased.

He seemed to hold the entire world, and the pure white sword light in the sky condensed for an instant, and all of them turned downwards.

This sword is not finished yet.

Chen Xia gritted his teeth, even the sword light in his eyes was about to overflow.

He does not understand swords and has never learned swordsmanship. Whether it was in Little World or in the Cangtian Sword Sea, Chen Xia has never formally learned swordsmanship, not even for a day.

But he can use it.

For things like swords, it depends on talent. Diligence is useful, but it is not very useful.

Chen Xia's talent should be very good, whether it is enlightenment or sword practice, but he is a little behind in practice, and his practice speed is not as good as others.

Maybe even without the point-adding system, he can become a not weak monk.

Who knows?

Chen Xia's thoughts were a little far away, and he was pulled back in an instant, and then there was a sword light between his eyes.

He swung the remaining half of his sword.

As a result, the pure sword light between heaven and earth could no longer be contained, and it tore apart the entire Samsara Realm brutishly, with the sword light exploding outward through the cracks.

The desperate situation of reincarnation has been torn apart, and the pure sword light has not idled yet, and is still pushing and killing crazily within thousands of meters.

The monks who were watching didn't know what happened just now, but they didn't dare to step forward when they saw the fierce sword light, and stepped back some distance for fear of being affected.

After thirty breaths, Jian Guang took a faint retreating stance.

The monks who were watching couldn't help but gasped and looked horrified.

"This sword light was probably created by Chen Xia. It's too terrifying. A person at the peak of Mountain Moving Realm can cut something like this. Damn it. I'm also at the peak of Mountain Moving Realm. Why can't I do it?!"

This young elder is a little doubtful about life. He feels that he has worked hard to cultivate for most of his life, but now he is like a joke in front of Chen Xia.

Still the least funny joke.

"Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to loss. How can you compare with this kind of weird thing? Why don't you just be yourself?"

The other young elders on the side had already looked away and offered some words of comfort, but they still couldn't help but shake their heads and complain.

"But it's really so fierce. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was a mountain-moving environment."

The mood of others around him was even more complicated.

The sword light slowly dissipated and returned to the space between heaven and earth. If it could last for so long, it was considered a powerful sword light. Many Mountain-moving Sword Cultivators could not produce such a strong sword light.

Chen Xia didn't even slash out a sword light like this. He directly slashed out a sword light that filled the sky.

Thinking of this, both sword cultivators and non-sword cultivators fell silent.

When the sword light dissipated completely, the figure that emerged first was Qiong Qi.

He was lying in a deep pit, covered in blood, still panting, his pupils trembling wildly, staring straight ahead.

"If you don't kill me, I will win if you don't kill me, haha!"

Qiong Qi staggered up from the pit, sealed his wounds with spiritual energy, laughed wildly, and shouted at the same time.

"You are exchanging wounds with this sword. If you can't kill you, you will die. You should be seriously injured now. You are just a body from the mountain-moving realm. How can you compare with my tough physique from the sea-turning realm?"

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"You can't hold it any longer now. You're about to fall to the ground. You probably can't even hold the sword anymore, haha!"

Qiong Qi coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth and wiped it away without paying attention. His face was filled with crazy joy and madness.

The place where the sword light finally dissipated.

A figure in blue shirt holding a sword was revealed, holding a bronze sword stained with blood in his hand. The blood stains went up and covered the entire arm.

The sleeves on it were torn, and the blood was sticky and pooled together, still dripping downwards.

Chen Xia raised her bright white eyes, looked calm, and replied with a smile.

"you guess."
Chapter completed!