My brother is too strong

The Fallen Angel cannot kill Lu Shaoqing with one blow.

Lu Shaoqing's powerful body gives him strong defensive power.

It would take some effort for the Fallen Angel to kill him.

When the Fallen Angel was about to crush Lu Shaoqing for the second time, the light from the Tianmen behind him suddenly surged.

As if someone turned on a light inside, the light surged and became a huge ball of light in the void, like a sun, emitting its own light to the fullest.

The light was dazzling, and the void was illuminated like daylight.

Many people were shocked, what happened?

The fallen angel also looked puzzled.

Lu Shaoqing shouted, "Damn, xenon headlights!"

"Who is doing random modifications?"

"Isn't the Fairyland Transportation Bureau in charge?"

Now that things have happened, Lu Shaoqing is in a good state of mind, and death will not have any impact on him.

Jian Bei was speechless, but he couldn't help but admire Lu Shaoqing's mentality, "Brother, you are already like this, and you are still poor."

Guan Danniu was angry and said, "Huh, that bastard, he won't stop talking until he dies."

Everything about that bastard guy is annoying, but the most annoying thing about him is his mouth.

Jian Bei squinted his eyes. The sky gate with its skyrocketing light was now so dazzling that he could see it clearly from a distance. He asked with expectation, "Tian gate has changed. Is there something unexpected? Maybe there is hope for us?"

Pour cold water on Jian Bei. Guan Daniu, who was a professional, immediately poured cold water on Jian Bei, "What's the change?"

"The Heavenly Gate is open there, and the Fallen Angel is blocking it there. It can't be closed or left. What's the use?"

"Maybe the change was caused by the Fallen Angel himself."

"Well, I must have seen that bastard guy being difficult to kill, so I planned to give him a hard blow..."

Jian Bei looked into the distance with deep worry in his eyes.

suddenly!

Jian Bei felt a chill. He turned around and saw the tiny hairs standing on end of Guan Daniu's side.

Jian Bei looked down at himself again. The hairs on the back of his hands also stood up, as if he had been electrocuted.

Immediately afterwards, Jian Bei felt a tingling sensation in his body, which felt like countless needles pricking his body.

Jian Bei even walked through the thorns and grass for a moment, with countless wounds cut on his body.

"Buzz!"

A sword clang sounded.

The sound was clear and gentle, spreading through the void.

Everyone's eyes were dazzled, and the light shining in the void seemed to turn into sharp swords in their eyes, with cold light shining and sharp edges.

"Buzz!"

The sound of the sword sounded again, and the light in the void instantly extinguished and dissipated.

The void turned pitch black again.

The dark void was so peaceful that it felt like a dream.

It was as if what had just happened was an illusion.

However, everyone soon knew that this was not an illusion.

The Fallen Angel turned around and stared at Tianmen.

Its body was slightly bent, as if facing a formidable enemy. Its surface was filled with black samsara mist, exuding a violent aura.

"Buzz!"

The third sword sound sounded.

The next moment, the light of Tianmen surged again, and a silver-white divine dragon roared away from Tianmen.

The Fallen Angel roared angrily, but was unable to do anything. The dragon held it in his mouth, swallowed it, and disappeared into the light.

"Sword, sword, sword intention..."

"Yes, whose sword intention is it?"

"Did the Immortal take action?"

"Oh my god..."

"Such a terrifying sword intent, who is it?"

The silver-white divine dragon has piercing eyes, clear and agile eyes, and its body has shining scales and is majestic.

The dragon's head is majestic and its five claws are ferocious, just like a real dragon coming from the fairy world to suppress all ghosts and monsters in the world.

An aura of sharpness came from his body. It was so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate everyone's body and even soul.

The entire void trembled under the sharp sword intent.

In the Beginningless Realm, the ground was shaken, the earth was cracked, and many young void wind spirits were running around in the air, looking miserable.

Shi Ling was deeply shocked, "Wai, how long has it been since the outside world? Have they all become so terrifying?"

What happens in the void cannot be hidden from its primordial spirit.

It saw the battle between Lu Shaoqing and the Fallen Angel, and thought it was shocking enough.

Unexpectedly, what happened next was even more shocking.

Shi Ling was very shocked. It had seen too many powerful geniuses, but this was the first time it had seen such a genius.

A flash of sword light fell from the sky and swallowed up the fallen angel.

The fallen angel screamed and disappeared in the sword light.

The void also trembled in the sword light, and large areas of the void were annihilated and turned into a state of chaos.

Everyone looked in the direction of the Fallen Angel in horror.

There, the silver-white divine dragon hovered, shrouding everything in it, and its sharp sword intent continued to destroy the void.

Everyone's scalp was numb and they didn't dare to breathe too much.

I don’t know how long it took before a sword sound sounded.

"Buzz!"

The silver-white divine dragon dissipated, its sharp aura faded, and the void returned to calm.

Once again, everyone looked at the direction of the Fallen Angel, as if in a dream, where there was darkness with gray mist.

The Tianmen still stands, the light is dim, the fairy light is no longer there, and it is still weakening.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that as long as the light is completely dimmed, the Heavenly Gate will truly be closed.

Where is the Fallen Angel?

Everyone searched around, but the breath of the fallen angel had disappeared, as if it had disappeared in the sword light just now.

Many people are horrified at the thought of this possibility.

Is he a real immortal?

Only an immortal can kill a fallen angel with one sword.

who is it?

Everyone's eyes widened, staring at Tianmen.

They hope to see clearly who did it.

In the dim light, a white figure stood with a sword, tall and slender, elegant and powerful, carrying supreme pressure, like an immortal emperor.

"Immortal, Immortal!?"

"He, he is a real immortal?"

"No, that's right, Jue, he is definitely an immortal, otherwise he wouldn't be so strong..."

Many Escape monks were in deep awe, and some even wanted to kneel down and worship.

What is this kind of temperament if not an immortal?

Just as many monks who escaped from the world were in awe, a voice sounded, "Damn, you're not dead yet?"