Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

"If you talk nonsense again, let Kongjian do this sword." Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded.

Wuwei's momentum froze all over his body, and he almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Poor Fang Moli was expecting to witness an important moment in his life, but was interrupted, and the light in his eyes dimmed a bit.

At this time, Kong Jian added a sentence in a timely manner: "Amitabha, in fact, my Buddhist Dao Guangming Sword Way is quite suitable for Xuanyuan Sword."

Upon hearing this, Wuwei Lao Dao didn't pretend to be aggressive anymore, and quickly swung his sword.

Swish!

Slashing out with a sword, the sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, like the first ray of light when the heavens and the earth first opened, piercing the darkness of the world, wherever the sword energy goes, everything is invincible and everything is invincible!

"what!!"

The black god's eyes were tearing apart, the veins on his face were bulging, and he was struggling violently.

"Move! Move!"

He resisted desperately, trying to break free from the lock of the sword intent and let his body move, but the combination of the sixth-order powerhouse and the Xuanyuan sword was too strong.

A revolving lantern flashed in the mind of the black god, and scenes from the past came to mind. When he was an ordinary black man, he was discriminated against by ordinary whites and suffered humiliation.

Later, he became a black spiritual master. He thought he could get rid of discrimination, but he was discriminated against by a white spiritual master. Until he met Mr. Zhou, he encountered the first ray of light in his life.

The new world described by Mr. Zhou made him yearn for it. It was a world without discrimination and everyone was equal. Because everyone was weird, there was no need to distinguish skin color.

"No! I can't die here! I still want to witness the new world that Mr. Zhou said! How could I fall here!!"

Suddenly, the Black God broke out!

The black flames on his body were blazing, his muscles swelled, the capillaries all over his body burst, blood continued to ooze out from under the skin, and even his bones began to creak. With his strong will and unremitting efforts, he finally broke through a trace. Silk bondage, move!

He managed to deflect his body by a few inches, avoiding the fatal blow, but he only avoided the vital point.

Swish!

The sword light flashed, and one of his wings was cut off, turning into black flames and dissipating in the air.

When the sword slashed, the pressure around him dissipated instantly, and he finally resumed his actions.

call!

The black god was panting heavily, his eyes were still in shock, full of the joy of the rest of his life, although he had a broken wing, and even the power of faith couldn't repair it, but at least he didn't die.

The old Taoist Wuwei was full of annoyance. If he had known earlier, he would not have pretended to be a waste of time.

"Hahaha..." The black god looked up to the sky and laughed, "You can't kill me with all your strength, but I want to see who else in this world can kill me!"

Looking at the insolent black god, Fang Xiu frowned slightly. He faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Amitabha, and the poor monk." At this moment, Master Kongjian took a step forward and took the Xuanyuan Sword from Wuwei's hand.

The black god's smile stopped abruptly. This time, he did not sit still, but attacked Master Kongjian as if teleporting, intending to snatch the Xuanyuan Sword.

Seeing the slight change in his face, Kong retreated quickly. Although the Xuanyuan Sword is powerful, it will always be uncomfortable to drive it forcibly, and it needs to be recharged. This also gave the black god a time lag.

"Wife." Fang Xiu called softly, and a beautiful figure suddenly appeared, rushing towards the black god like a ghost, with a light stroke of sharp nails, a line of blood appeared on the black god's neck instantly.

He was shocked and backed away quickly, trying to use the power of faith to recover, but suddenly found that the power of faith was useless, and he could only recover by relying on the self-confidence of the flesh.

It was just this moment of effort, Kong Jian had already fully charged, raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and slashed down.

The sacred and heavy sword intent gushes out, bursting out immeasurable Buddha light, illuminating the universe, as the sword moves, it seems that hundreds of millions of Brahma fires descend from the sky, vowing to burn all the weirdness in the world and purify all sins.

The black god froze, and fell into the revolving door again, and then, with amazing willpower, avoided the vital point again, and was cut off another wing.

Although he lost his wings and suffered heavy injuries, he has the constant support of the power of faith. His state at this time is definitely stronger than the exhausted inaction and emptiness.

"Hahaha....... Who else! Who else will strike me again?" The black god laughed wildly, the two sixth-orders were seriously exhausted, and he felt that no one could threaten him anymore.

"And me!" At this critical moment, Fang Moli stepped forward and picked up the Xuanyuan Sword, his eyes full of sword intent.

However, the black god didn't take him seriously at all, and the small five-level driving Xuanyuan sword was not enough to make him afraid.

In the depths of Infernal Hell, Fang Xiu's brows became more and more wrinkled, and the feeling of strangeness became more and more obvious. He wanted to verify his conjecture.

"Only because of your little fifth rank?"

Fang Moli took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "That's right, it's up to me. I'll let you know that real strength never depends on level..."

Before he could finish his words, the world suddenly shattered, and everything fell into silence.

Fang Xiu committed suicide.

.......

.......

"Fang Moli, give Xuanyuan Sword to Wuwei."

"Wuwei, remember, after seeing God, don't say a word of nonsense, use all your strength to kill him."

"It's the captain!"

The scene reappeared again, and this time Fang Xiu led the crowd to attack the Garden of Eden again.

"Who is it! Who dares to come to the Garden of Eden to make trouble!" The figure of the black God soared into the sky. After seeing Fang Xiu and the others, he was stunned for a moment and then furious: "Fang Xiu! It's you! What are you doing here? The antiques are gone. ..."

"Ziwei Sword Intent, Emperor Xing Duzhao!" Wuwei's old man directly slashed out with a sword, without the slightest ink stain.

The face of the black god changed wildly in an instant, and he directly transformed into the original angel form, trying to avoid it, but it was of no avail.

But just when he was about to die under the Xuanyuan Sword, as if history was repeating itself, something strange happened.

He broke free from the bondage again, shifted his figure a few inches, avoided the fatal blow, and was cut off by a wing!

"Ah!!! My wings!" The black god screamed, and he looked very funny with only one wing left.

"Hahaha, you deserve it, what class are you, you dare to use the same wings as my brother Xiu!" Yang Ming mocked.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu's eyes flashed coldly, as expected!

He glanced around violently, trying to see the figure that had never been masked, but he couldn't see it at all.

"Zhou Qingfeng, since you're here, why don't you dare show yourself?"