บท 2397: The last battle (7)

"Hahaha, you're really a child's play. Is this your unyielding spirit? Without the support of strength, he's just a joke, a laughingstock!"

A cold glint appeared in Liu Qi's eyes as he raised his bone sword. Monstrous demonic Qi immediately gathered around it, and a sword realm opened up!

"Brahma holy sword!"

Liu Chi's expression turned serious. He became one with the sword and turned into a sword ray. The sword ray was dyed red because there was too much blood. It was like a Red Cloud that cut across the vast universe.

It was also like the stars of fate, sliding forward on a predetermined trajectory, irreversible. Everything was fate, everything was destiny.

Bo MU's expression finally darkened, and with a long sigh, he said, the heavenly Dao is vast and everything is like an ant. It can't be changed.