"Cloud-piercing style."

As the broad sword fell, white clouds filled the air from the sword energy.

The sword seemed to have traveled through the sea of ​​clouds, arriving with billowing waves, and stabbed directly into Kunpeng's shadow.

This also caused Mo Tianming's movements to stagnate slightly.

"The second form of ancient swordsmanship, the Ku Cang form."

The broad sword picks up the white clouds, moving from rebirth to destruction.

I saw that the entire sword began to turn pitch black, which is a color that symbolizes death, withering, and decay.

…………

"This is the move of the ancient emperor," Monk Dazhi's voice sounded from behind.

Xu Zimo turned around and saw Monk Dazhi walking over with a smile.

"You know quite a lot," he smiled.

"Of course, the existence of the Immortal Killing Sect, just like your Zhenwu Holy Sect, makes it difficult for people not to pay attention to it."

Monk Dazhi said.
Chapter completed!