In short, this move was Chen Xuantian's loss.
But then, so what.
The Blood Talisman Divine Lord's Great Dao Body, deathless and indestructible! Is this mere empty talk!
"Splash."
For a moment, time rippled like water, a gust of crimson wind rolled in, the full sky was illuminated with red light, and once again a roll of red silk rose from the blood sea as if appearing from nowhere, emerging like a ghost's appearance outside the Infinite Sword Formation, under the blood curtain a Blood Hand reached out, catching the Blood-soaked Black Sword that had been struck away by the Sword Storm Blade Wind.
Perfectly unharmed, resurrected instantly, moreover...
Dao! Power! Even! Stronger!
Skill! Power! Doubling! Increase!
Divine! Light! Even! Mightier!
"You are strong, but how many more times can you kill me."
Chen Xuantian glanced at the Black Sword in his hand, suddenly flicked his wrist, and swung the sword light.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh splash splash splash!"
