Before, because they were too concerned about Wang Shiyu's safety, everyone had neglected this point.
Only now did they realize that the rusted sword had completely blocked the Thunder Ancestor's celestial sword.
Under the storm-like attack of the Thunder Ancestor's celestial sword, the rusted sword did not break for a long time.
It actually blocked it?
The Thunder Ancestor's celestial sword, which even the celestial sword could not block, was actually blocked by a rusted sword?
No.
It was not just blocked.
Everyone soon realized that things were not so simple.
On the battlefield, among the clusters of sparks bursting out, the faint rusty red had vaguely suppressed the purple lightning.
Was Wang Shiyu turning the tide of the battle little by little?
How was this possible?
Everyone felt that things were a little strange and a little beyond their imagination.
However, although they did not know why.
But it was a good thing.
In Taixuan Academy, all eyes were firmly fixed on the battlefield in the void.
Boom!
Another violent explosion sounded.
In the sky, there was another flash of blood.
The figures suddenly separated.
The two figures, separated by a thousand meters, stopped.
The hearts of everyone in Taixuan Academy suddenly rose to their throats again.
Did she hold on?
Did Wang Shiyu hold on?
All eyes, at once, fell on Wang Shiyu.
The wounds on her body did not seem to have increased.
The blood overflowing from her facial features had faded and was no longer obvious.
The sleeves on her little arms were shattered, revealing her white jade-like skin, like white jade. There was a particularly attractive charm in her bright complexion.
The rusted sword in her hand …
It was intact.
Wang Shiyu held the rusted sword tightly in her hand. There were several places on the blade that were almost completely rusted.
There was not the slightest gap on the blade.
There were no cracks on the sword.
It was still the same.
Even if it was about to rust and break.
Other weapons could not cause the slightest damage to it.
This sword was really … amazing.
Everyone in Taixuan Academy breathed a long sigh of relief.
Then, they looked at the Thunder Ancestor again.
The moment their eyes fell on the Thunder Ancestor, everyone was almost 100% sure that the moment the figure separated, the blood that burst out on the battlefield was definitely left by the Thunder Ancestor.
Because the Thunder Ancestor was injured.
A sword wound ran from his left shoulder to his right hip, almost splitting him into two.
The silver immortal dao armor on his body actually didn't provide the slightest bit of protection, also cut open.
Blood flowed down his body, along his arm, along the celestial sword, dripping into the sky.
"You …" The shock on the Lightning Ancestor's face had not yet faded. He stared at Wang Shiyu and asked, "What sword is that in your hand?"
Wang Shiyu smiled faintly.
"My master said that the rusted sword was used to kill pigs."
Don't be arrogant in victory, don't be discouraged in defeat.
The demeanor of the beautiful swordswoman at this moment was admirable.
The Lightning Ancestor's face was filled with indescribable rage.
"You definitely have something to rely on in the Immortal Dimension. Since it's like that, why are you helping these lowly slaves?" He roared furiously, "Do you know that the Immortal Dao Alliance has already decided to colonize the Primal Chaos World? You and the faction behind you are opposing the Immortal Dao Alliance. You cannot bear the consequences."
Wang Shiyu laughed. "Old bastard, you can't beat me, so you're trying to reason with me?"
The Lightning Ancestor's face was burning.
Wang Shiyu said again, "Don't worry. I don't have anything to rely on in the Immortal Dimension. Come, make your move … Look at how scared you are."
The Lightning Ancestor's voice turned deep. "I've already given you a chance. Don't think that I'm afraid of you."
The celestial sword in his hand flickered with purple lightning, and circles of immortal mist burst forth.
The injuries on his body and the cut armor also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wang Shiyu took a deep breath.
At the moment of life and death, she suddenly understood what her master Ding Hao had once said.
She finally understood the true meaning of the Sword Dao that she had yet to understand.
She was thankful for her courage.
If she had not stood out from the protective array formation and fought for the old, weak, women, and children, she would never have such comprehension.
Her Sword Dao would never improve.
She held the rusted sword with both hands, and the Veritable Essence in her body frantically poured into the sword.
At the same time, her spirit, her will, her devotion to the Sword Dao, and her domain of the creation of heaven and earth were all poured into the sword.
Her life, her passion …
Everything she had, at this moment, was poured into the rusted sword.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
The sword vibrated slowly.
The mottled scarlet rust detached from the sword, releasing a blazing brilliance, and rotated rapidly around the sword, like the stars in the sky revolving around the Heavenly Way.
When the mottled rust fell off, the real sword was exposed.
The crystal-clear sword was like a cicada's wing, vaguely transparent. Just a glance at it seemed to be able to intoxicate people's mind, and a holy and mighty aura burst out.
Holding the sword, Wang Shiyu's momentum also changed.
Set off by the aura of the sword intent, she stood proudly, her white dress fluttering, as if she was the incarnation of the Sword Dao in the world, holy and sacred like the Mystic Fairy Sword God.
"Not good."
At this moment, the Lightning Ancestor suddenly felt a great danger shrouding him.
A fear that he had never felt before broke his heart.
"Your sword …"
There was definitely something wrong with the ice sword.
A big problem.
It was not something from the mortal world at all.
It was at least a high-grade immortal weapon.
The Lightning Ancestor exclaimed, like a frightened duck. He didn't dare to fight anymore, and directly turned to flee.
He had achieved the Dao for countless years, and this was the first time he had ever felt such a sense of danger. Even the Dao Laws of Heaven and Earth around him were rumbling, warning him that the incoming attack was not something he could defend against.
The immortal sword in his hand trembled, as if it was struggling to break free.
The immortal armor on his body also stirred, as if it wanted to leave his body.
"Die."
Wang Shiyu swung the sword down.
At this moment, the spirit and will resonated, and the Sword Dao and True Essence interacted.
There was no earth-shattering fluctuation.
There was no appalling sword light.
There was only a faint silver sword energy that cut through the sky without a sound.
This Sword Qi was like a sharp knife cutting through butter. After leaving a thin, invisible mark, the sky quickly healed.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The Lightning Ancestor, who had fled for about a kilometer, suddenly stiffened.
His footsteps staggered in midair.
Gradually slowed down.
Gradually slowed down.
Then it stopped.
The wind blew.
The immortal armor on his body cracked, fell off, and soon turned into cold powder, dissipating in the air.
The sword in his hand also broke with a clang.
Then, the two parts of the sword also shattered.
The Lightning Ancestor slowly turned around.
His face was handsome and elegant, and it was easy to have a good impression of him. In the past, the Thunder Dao Ancestral Mountain was extremely prestigious among the ten sacred grounds of the human race, and it had something to do with the Lightning Ancestor.
He used to be high and mighty, a legend admired by thousands of people.
He used to look down on all living beings and choose them with a single thought.
But now, his face was so ferocious.
It was even more disgusting than a half-rotten corpse in a stinky ditch.
A thin mark faintly appeared in the middle of his body.
The astonishing cultivation and power in his body were like the air in a balloon, flowing away at an astonishing speed and irreversible.
"I …"
The Lightning Ancestor opened his mouth in confusion and unwillingness.
Blood gushed out of his mouth.
"I don't want to …"
He roared as he vomited blood.
He was a dignified Martial Emperor, an existence that stood at the peak of this world. He had won the favor of the Immortals and established his own race. With the immortal armor and immortal sword, he was about to reach the peak of this world …
But he was about to die.
"I don't want to …"
The Lightning Ancestor roared, blood coming out of his eyes, nose, and ears.
He staggered, looking at Wang Shiyu, full of hatred.
Wang Shiyu sheathed her sword. The rusted sword once again became rusty and inconspicuous. But at this time, who would really treat it as a broken sword?
"Yes, I don't want to. You didn't think that you would also die."
Wang Shiyu pointed to the heads of the dead experts of the Human Race below.
"Then are they willing to die?"
"When they were slaughtered by you, at the moment when the butcher's knife fell on their necks, are they willing to die? Are their wives and children willing to die? Are their parents and family willing to die? "
"I don't want to die."
"What's the use of not wanting to die?"
"They were not willing to die, and were killed by you. Even if you are not willing now, you still have to die."
Wang Shiyu's eyes were calm, but there was a kind of cold killing intent that made the Lightning Ancestor tremble.
The Lightning Ancestor's body began to break apart.
He twisted his head with difficulty, looking at the Heaven-breaking force army, "Save … save me …"
However, the Heaven-breaking force army's response was to use a great formation to conceal their aura and absorb all the essence and blood flowing out of the Lightning Ancestor's body.
Just like when they absorbed the essence and blood of the killed experts of the Human Race.
Like pigs and dogs.
"No..." The Lightning Ancestor tried in vain to grab onto something, but fell to his knees in the void. He looked at Wang Shiyu, begging, "I... I don't want to die, save me, I..."
A look of disgust flashed across Wang Shiyu's face.
Her figure flashed.
Sword light flowed.
She stabbed the sword directly into the Lightning Ancestor's mouth, and then with a burst of force, the Lightning Ancestor's head directly exploded.
"I feel disgusted just by looking at him."
She kicked the body of the Lightning Ancestor down tens of thousands of feet from the sky.
With such a kick, the body of a high and mighty Martial Emperor... was kicked down tens of thousands of feet from the sky.
The people of Taixuan Academy were completely dumbfounded.
They were dumbfounded.
So... so strong?
This was a Martial Emperor who wielded an immortal weapon and wore immortal armor.
He was killed as if he was killing a chicken.
Of course, everyone could also see that the biggest reason was that rusted sword.
This rusted sword was too amazing.
Wang Shiyu's cultivation was around the Quasi-emperor realm, and with a rusted sword in hand, she could actually cross a great realm and kill the Lightning Ancestor... The rusted sword was most likely a treasure that only existed in the Immortal Realm.
It turned out that Master Li had long seen through it.
At this time, the old faker's voice sounded again.
"Girl, come back quickly."
This voice directly reached the outside of the Floating Mountain shield of the academy.
Wang Shiyu nodded and was about to go back.
Another voice sounded, "Haha, I didn't expect that there would be such a treasure in this low-level domain. Little girl, don't go, give me your immortal sword."
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