I was a sword at the beginning, and I didn't have a wisp.

Being in the primordial world of silence and nothingness didn't make me feel wrong in the slightest.

Just as Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, they were equally honest with each other, and they would not be ashamed.

However, when I saw the same innocent angel of light, I instantly awakened to the law and shame.

Perfect**, immaculate.

The skin is like a warm crystal with a golden luster, a thin waist, and a plump thrilling.

It is obviously the supreme and unblasphemous angel of light, but it inspires the evil thoughts in the hearts of people.

At this time, the Angel of Light is not in battle form, and his stature is the size of a mortal. The divine majesty has been greatly weakened, but there is a hint of human brilliance, which makes people feel close.

However, when I saw the anger in her eyes, I realized the true relationship between me and her.

In the past, Yuan Rui and I were also enemies, and we didn't conspire with each other.

But that kind of hostile relationship is completely caused by their respective identities, she is the Immortal Dao Patriarch, and I am the Demon Dao Ancestor.

If there is no Dao Gate Battle, there is no battle of the gods, Yuan Rui and I are a pair of immortal couples. The tent boat under the moon, the nine songs of the Yellow River, a glimpse of the rainbow is destined to the marriage between me and Yuan Rui Sansheng Stone.

The angel of light is different, I was the child of destiny, and she is the proud daughter of the sky.

Not only in terms of identity, but from a personal standpoint, I am also her mortal enemy, because I have desecrated her dignity. In the same way, she who first destroyed the Ancient Demon Realm, and then killed all beings in the God Realm, is also my mortal enemy.

Thinking of the beings in the divine realm who died under the divine might of the angelic army, the killing intent in my heart began to rise, and the sword of thousands of prophecies began to tremble with excitement in my hands.

This sword has cut off the wings of countless angels, tasted the blood of noble and sacred, and also cut through the law of the angels of light with a sword, blaspheming the most noble daughter of heaven.

Now, it is desperate to drink the blood of the Angel of Light and become a true blasphemous, the sword of blasphemy.

The Eternal Sword Body gives me a cold sword heart, and the beauty of the Angel of Light cannot reduce the killing intent in my heart, and I myself want to destroy her in this void with my own hands, so as to reduce a few variables in the future battle of the Heavenly Dao.

The killing machine began to condense and improve.

The Angel of Light sacrificed the Sword of Pure Light in his hand.

I was able to survive in the void world by the sword of thousands of prophecies, and the Angel of Light also relied on her sword.

A sword of pure light, immortal and indestructible.

Forged by the Heavenly Dao himself, as long as the Heavenly Dao is still there, this sword will not be damaged in the slightest.

We approached each other, stopping at the same time when we were at the last five feet of our meeting.

Wuzhang is the forbidden realm of the gods.

Life and death are divided within five zhang, and the number is determined, and there is no way to reverse it.

Once in this realm, it is a sign that only one person between me and her will survive.

Therefore, she and I stopped at the same time, and no one wanted to step into the forbidden realm of the gods until we were absolutely sure.

The distance is very close, and you can see more clearly the perfect ** of the angel of light, which is delicate.

Even breathing and heartbeat can be felt.

This is a perfect woman, but also the most dangerous woman.

The Sword of Thousands of Prophecies was trembling with excitement, and the Sword of Pure Light in her hand was trying to purify me, a blasphemous.

The light angel's brand-new body didn't look much worse than my eternal sword body, and even the tips of her hair didn't fluctuate even if my sword intent invaded.

This body was cast with pure holy light, and this light of life was sealed in the sword of pure holy light by Heavenly Dao himself, as if it was for today.

When the Angel of Light appears in the form of an Angel of Light, it means that all the energy is unsealed. Now she is more powerful than in the sky of the God Realm, and her seemingly weak body contains majestic and endless destructive power.

The Light burns all impurity, purifies all sin, and executes heresy. This is the dignity that belongs to the Heavenly Dao, and it is also the supreme scepter that the Heavenly Dao has given to the Angel of Light.

I still didn't move, and no matter how the Seven Exquisite Hearts worked, I couldn't see the weakness of the Angel of Light.

Her defenses are like her body, perfectly invulnerable and without any flaws.

At the same time, her combat power and killing power have also reached the peak of my irrepressibility, as long as I relax a little, she will immediately purify the judgment and declare the fate of death.

Powerful and dangerous creatures of beauty, while also using perfect defense, in the face of the angel of light, I can only wait.

And she obviously has nothing to do with me, the eternal sword body is almost immortal, and the impact of holy light has no effect on me. My sword heart is as iron as iron, and I will not be changed by her light of repentance.

Her godhead and majesty have no effect on me.

We are just as powerful, just as dangerous.

Each is murderous to the other, like two hungry beasts meeting each other in a narrow way.

Time is passing, the kind of passage that is almost imperceptible, with the infinite ascension of the killing machine, the mind is getting more and more nervous, and the pressure is getting bigger and bigger.

There is a tipping point in the killing machine, and once it reaches this point and does not vent, it will backfire and commit suicide.

Gradually, I began to suffer the backlash of murder.

I know that if I don't strike at the Angel of Light, the sword will turn around and devour the Lord.

This is also the law of heaven and earth, and the extremes of things must be opposed.

However, I still haven't traced the flaws of the Angel of Light, and I can only sense that she has also reached the critical point of killing.

So, the next thing we have to compete is the endurance of each other.

I saw the Angel of Light's body tremble slightly, suddenly radiating a deadly allure in the midst of absolute danger.

In the moment of life and death, I shouldn't have been carried away by Yuwang, but at this time, my body began to be uncontrollable, and I couldn't prevent the birth of evil thoughts.

The Angel of Light was clearly aware of this, but instead of showing the posture of a victor, her face was shrouded in a grand humiliation.

As the most noble angel of light, it is by no means glory to make her opponent show flaws because of her body, this is **naked blasphemy.

She quickly calmed down, though.

As long as I die, no matter what kind of desecration she receives, no one will know, and she will only have the supreme honor of killing the Demon Dao Patriarch.

Realizing this, the light angel's body trembled even more violently.

The position of the body has also changed, the back is straighter, and the curves are more exquisite.

My heart became more and more flustered, and I saw that the corner of the Angel of Light pursed a mysterious smile on the corner of her mouth, and gently swiped her left hand across her chest, and the sharp nails cut through the skin, shedding strings of red blood.

Smelling the purest angelic blood, the killing power of the sword of thousands of prophecies is even more turbulent, and my anti-devouring power is also doubled.

The Eternal Sword Body couldn't bear it either, blood began to flow from my mouth and nose, and a red tide appeared in my eyes.

"You, shameless?" I asked.

"Your death is my fig leaf." The angel of light said lightly.

"What if I don't die?"

"Your sword heart has been out of control, stepping into the forbidden realm of the gods is not my opponent, if you don't move, you can't resist the backlash of the sword intent, and you can't escape a dead word left and right."

"I wonder if you've ever heard of a sentence?"

"What?"

"Escaping is not necessarily hidden, and facing is not necessarily the saddest."

With that, I took a big stride forward with my sword and stepped into the forbidden realm of the gods.