This sword Qi was as clear as a wash, as if it was condensed from the touch of green in the sky after a rain. It was ethereal and pure, and its power was boundless.
It was filled with the will of light and contained unparalleled will and purity. It was as if everything in the world could be cut down with a single sword!
The God of swords, he fuqiong, felt that he was in the wrong just now, but now he was helping the Liu Yan Empire!
BOOM!
With an earth-shattering boom, the sword Qi hit the immortal weapon.
The sound of metal clashing was like ripples in a pool, spreading out layer by layer.
The immortal weapon's movement suddenly froze, and cracks of all sizes appeared on its body. In the next moment, it shattered into pieces like a broken stone statue. The sword Qi kept eroding it, and more and more fine cracks appeared on each piece of its body. Soon, the immortal weapon turned into fine powder and fell down.