Chương 1831: The Power of Saint Weapon

The two cultivators of the Tong family looked at Jue Wu with mocking expressions. The mockery in their eyes was very obvious.

"Holy Power is not to be humiliated. No matter how strong you are, it's useless," one of them said indifferently.

Jue Wu grabbed the Glided Rake single-handedly. She supported her body and stood up with difficulty.

Just as they said, the Holy Power's power was too terrifying. Even just a wisp of it almost killed Jue Wu.

"You're still alive, not bad," another person said.

"Then let's give her a fatal blow."

After saying that, the black copper bell in his hand shone again.

Wisps of Holy Power gathered on the copper bell.

The space in the surroundings instantly distorted. A powerful internal qi swept up gales in the surroundings as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting.

At this moment, a more dazzling purple light suddenly emitted from Jue Wu's palm!