Chương 1149: A Sword Swept Across Billions of Miles, Holding the Righteous Sword (2)

The Primordial Spirit Sword broke through the array and rolled back, enveloping dozens of bodies.

Every time the sword light flashed, it took away one or two lives, leaving a trail of blood behind.

It coiled around him and slashed at those near him.

"So murderous."

On the Murong family's flying ship, everyone watched as the long sword shuttled between the black-robed immortal cultivators. Every time it flashed, it took away one or two lives.

This kind of straightforward killing made one shiver.

"Do you think there's no one in our Daoist sect?" A voice sounded ahead.

A Daoist wearing a gray Daoist robe and golden lotus flowers circling under his feet let out a low shout. The jade talisman in his hand turned into pieces of golden light and fell towards the flickering sword.

"All living things, borrowing the techniques of the universe…

"Seal—"