"Da Yu, is this your strongest strength?" Jian Wushuang held his sword with one hand and looked at Da Yu coldly.
"You, you..." Da Yu widened her eyes and was speechless.
An Immortal Saint destroyed her divine body and destroyed nearly 40% of her divine power with one sword?
She could not accept this result.
"Your strength is too weak. It seems that you won't have a chance to avenge your sixth sister. Let me send you to reunite with your sixth sister." As Jian Wushuang spoke, a faint sword essence rose from his body, at the same time, a large amount of the power of space-time principles began to gather.
Jian Wushuang stood in the middle of the battlefield, but at this moment, his heart was unprecedentedly calm. It was as if all the sounds and people around him had disappeared, leaving him alone, and the sword in his hand.
Suddenly, Jian Wushuang moved.
He took a step forward, and the Blood Mountain Sword in his hand fell down.