On the square, although there were many onlookers, at this moment, it was as quiet as stagnant water, as if even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be clearly heard.

"I don't believe it...... I don't believe it...... I, Mu Modha, am the deity of the Nanyang Heavenly Po Gate, what are you Li Changsheng? If you can slash me with a sword...... It's a big joke......"

Mumoda's face suddenly became hideous, and he roared out these words almost like a roar.

Li Changsheng smiled coldly, but he didn't say a word, only to see him slowly raise the silver-white short sword in his hand and point diagonally at the sky.

At this moment, it seemed that infinite power was surging out of the sky, and it turned into countless scattered forces and floated down.

Like wind and snow, the energy in the sky was condensed on the tip of the silver-white short sword.

Mumoda watched this scene in horror, let out a long roar, and a huge power soared, and behind him, the phantom of the idol became more and more huge, as if covering the entire square.

At this moment, Li Changsheng's arm moved, and the silver-white short sword began to slash out.

There was a loud "boom".

A scene that stunned everyone appeared.

I only saw the endless brilliance, which seemed to be covered on the sword body of the silver-white short sword, and at this moment, it seemed to turn into a light blade dozens of zhang long, and the rolling sound rippled up.

The brilliance of the sky covers all the prosperity, as if between heaven and earth, a long rainbow lands, rowing thousands of miles in the sky.

Everyone's expressions were tense, just waiting for Li Changsheng's sword power to fall and see how it ended.

Mu Motuo was in the middle of the battlefield, but he could clearly feel that the power of Brilliant Glory seemed to have not fallen, and it had already infiltrated the power that he had condensed invisibly.

And the phantom of the god idol behind him also seemed to be affected by the power of Li Changsheng's sword, and at this moment, it also began to tremble.

Li Changsheng's momentum was monstrous, the whole person was like a celestial, his face was cold, and he reprimanded sharply: "Kill ......"

As the words fell, a thousand rays of brilliance burst out, wrapped in a silver-white short sword, and slashed towards Mumodha.

At this moment, everyone was shocked, as if in a dream.

A frenzied heat wave, rolling out, reverberated throughout the square.

The heavenly power soared, the void was distorted, and the endless energy broke through the earth and shook the light of all things.

Mu Motuo originally wanted to shake Li Changsheng's sword, but at this moment, his heart trembled suddenly, and the whole person suddenly turned around and fled.

Mumoda wants to escape?

Oh, my God! Mumada wants to flee?

All the people, at this moment, were shocked and couldn't believe it at all.

A character as strong as Mu Motuo, one of the gods of the South Seas, actually faced Li Changsheng's sword and didn't dare to shake it?

Qingshi's face has changed from pale cyan to dark cyan.

Feeling the power of Li Changsheng's sword, at this moment, he actually weakened and fell to his knees.

I thought that my guru Mu Motuo would make a move, and this Li Changsheng would definitely not die well, but I never thought about it...... The mountains in his heart collapsed all at once.

At this second, Venerable Jiaye slowly closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

Before this battle began, he had already expected the result, Li Changsheng's sword had already condensed the power of heaven and earth, although it was enough to make everyone present shocked, but it was within the imagination of Venerable Jiaye.

Who can stop the power of the Sage?

What about the gods? This god of the South Seas is just a false name.

Venerable Ka Ye has followed the Zhan Silent Sage since he was a child, and naturally knows how terrifying the power of the Zhan Shan Sage is.

Looking at the whole of Southeast Asia, I am afraid that there are less than one or two people who can compare with the Sages of Zhan Silence.

But when he mentioned the name Li Changsheng in front of the Zhan Silent Sage, he would never forget it in his life, his white-haired and old master, at that moment, his eyes suddenly widened, his face showed a deep shock, and he looked at himself stupidly, as if he suspected that he had heard it wrong.

How can Mumada, a person who is feared even by the Silent Sages, be compared to him?

The sword light shone out, blooming with thousands of lights, and the rolling sound shook the entire land in the next second.

Under the earth, there seemed to be a loud "boom" sound, as if it was about to be completely sunk by this sword.

Even if Venerable Kasa didn't open his eyes to see, he could feel that power, as ethereal as the nature of heaven and earth, but as huge as the rivers and seas, boundless, as if filled with every inch of air around him, if there was nothing, but it was indestructible.

Great Dao, this is the power of magic.

Between the human worlds, Venerable Kasa couldn't think of anyone who could compete?

Maybe his own teacher, the Silent Sage, can take it, or maybe even the Silent Sage can't bear it.

The Sage of Zhan Silence is already old, but Li Changsheng is still young.

Although Venerable Jiaye had never possessed such power, he could feel the gap between the Silent Sage and Li Changsheng.

And everyone present looked at Mu Motuo with wide eyes, and at the moment of escaping, he was slashed by Li Changsheng's silver-white short sword, and in an instant, he turned into powder.

All of them are already about to collapse.

No one dared to believe that a living god, just like that, dissipated into smoke in front of his eyes.

In the face of such power, everyone felt as if they had become small and humble.

Master Ning's feet were weak, and he almost fell to the ground, but he was firmly held by Master Tashi, but he fainted.

Divine Master Tashi was already stunned, he had never seen this kind of power, and he had never dared to imagine it.

Zhu Yaoyao, He Ziming, Tang Qing'er and Xue Haoyang, ordinary people like them, suddenly realized at this moment that what made Li Changsheng so confident was not money or power, but because he had unparalleled power in his hands.

Anyone, if he really has such power, then even if he is ragged and his face is like a withered face, he will be extremely firm and confident in his heart.

This is the power that can slay the gods, and how can it be compared with mundane things?

In the crowd, Fat Dhara pursed his lips, relieved himself, and couldn't help but shake his head.

It is estimated that among the onlookers, he is relatively calm.

I saw him "sigh", and said slowly: "I can't mess with it, I can't mess with it...... I can't afford to mess with Urashasa...... Mumoda I can't afford to mess with...... This Li Changsheng, I can't even mess with it...... It seems that after I go back to India, I will have to concentrate on cultivation, or else...... Such a person, I am not even worthy of the qualifications to lift shoes for him, how dare I be his bodyguard? ”

Although he spoke loudly, the people standing beside him were already so frightened that they completely ignored his voice.

In everyone's eyes, there was only the man who stood on the square, majestic and indifferent, and killed the gods with a sword.

Is he a god?

Well! Should be......