"Uncle Master?" Shangmeng stared at the old man who swept the floor and smiled softly: "So you are Yu Ziming, the traitor from Yijian Tiangong, right? I heard that you have been deposed by the palace master! Why? After so many years, you have been resolutely promoted.

Has it been cultivated to the strength of the extremely holy? It’s not easy!! But a very holy person is not my opponent! Don’t come and die!”

"Stop being arrogant!!! Kill!!!"

The old man sweeping the floor shouted and slashed it with a broom.

Don’t look at it that was just an ordinary broom, but it had the power of a divine sword. Every time you wave it, it had a strange power.

Although this old man sweeping the floor is only in the extreme holy soul realm, his strength can already compete with the true saint.

only...

But he seemed calm and calm, he accumulated energy with one hand and waved it freely.

No matter how exquisite the swordsman of the sweeping floor is, he can't defeat the tricks of the best!

When the people around saw this scene, they were all shocked.

This strength of being upright... I am afraid it is above the Heavenly King!
Chapter completed!