The cultivation of the two people instantly returned to the God-Sculpting Realm.

A powerful aura was revealed on his body. Even Zhao Wuji, who was at the tenth level of the God-Sculpture Realm, couldn't help but feel frightened at this moment.

"Old Sword Saint, you old bastard, hiding behind the scenes and harming my Shenlong Sect for nearly a hundred years. Today we are here to seek revenge on you!"

Luo Li raised the Supreme Golden Dragon Sword, aimed the tip of the sword at the old sword saint, his eyes were red, and he said excitedly.

"Released the seal?"

The old sword saint narrowed his eyelids, and the muscles on his face pounded slightly.

This pair of teenagers really had some tricks.

Any of them was even stronger than his personal disciple Zhao Wuji.

But the God-Sculpting Realm is the God-Sculpting Realm after all.

Even if the ten god-shaping realms are combined, they will not be opponents of the Divine Bridge realm.

Besides.

The old sword saint has been immersed in the sword path for nearly three hundred years.
Chapter completed!