At this moment, the Qingqiu Ancestor clutched two divine weapons, his might already incredibly astounding.
Yet Han Zheng still wore an unconcerned expression, even shaking his head lightly.
Divine weapons are powerful, but weapons are still weapons; it depends on whose hands they are in.
The Qingqiu Ancestor sacrificed his flesh body, fully urging the power of the two divine weapons, almost placing all hopes on the weapons rather than himself.
But for him, Han Zheng, two weapons are not enough to defeat him.
At this moment, following a sharp roar from the Qingqiu Ancestor, an endless extermination killing intent gathered upon the Godslaying Immortal Slaying Blade.
That blade seemed to be condensed from the origin of killing intent in this world, embodying absolute slaughter and destruction, overwhelmingly dominant and fierce.
While the Soul-Seizing Bell, with its swaying, sent ripples of dazzling golden waves, primarily targeting the Yang God of the martial artist.
