chapter 118 The pinnacle of swordsmanship, the moment of life and death

laugh.

Just as the sword light approached, the spiritual power of the earth surrounding Jasper Tudor was purified into white smoke bit by bit and dissipated.

"A sword of the Holy Spirit, Sun Yao!"

A low roar resounded, and with the swing of the sword, the space in front of him seemed to be split into two halves, and a holy sun suddenly condensed into shape.

Woohoo.

The sharp sound of breaking wind spread, and all the spiritual energy that shone in...