My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Below the Xuan level, even the Huang level is not as strong as their own physical body, not even a strand of hair.

The God Ancestor held the long sword and slashed it lightly.

The invisible sharp edge cut through the air and slashed through everything.

It seems that even the "absolute" existence will be cut in half by this sword that transcends the "absolute".

But Zhong Qing remained calm and allowed the sword of the God Ancestor to cut him.

This sword indeed broke through the realm of the True God again.

There was a deep sword mark on his chest.

But the sword mark remained on the surface of his body and failed to penetrate even a little bit into his body.

As the Tianxing robe healed, the sword marks disappeared again.

The God Ancestor’s pupils shrank slightly.

"I see. It seems your body was strengthened when you ascended."

“It’s a good choice though.”

"But it was bad luck that I ran into him."

As he finished speaking, the snow-white sword in his hand, which was transformed from his hair, was covered with a hazy and mysterious light, which was extremely deep.

"No matter how powerful your physical body is, it means nothing in front of me."

"Because what I cut is strength itself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in the hands of the God Ancestor stabbed towards Zhong Qing.

The sword was only three inches long, and the two men were a thousand feet apart.

But this sword was completely unreasonable and ignored the distance in time and space.

It stabbed Zhong Qing directly.

This sword actually ignored Zhong Qing's unreasonably powerful defense and pierced his shoulder directly.

"Master!"

Dongfang Huan exclaimed again.

This time, Zhong Qing finally responded.

He stopped and looked down at his pierced shoulder.

"What is this stuff?"

Although Zhong Qing's shoulder was pierced, not a drop of blood came out.

Even the coat didn't seem to be torn.

This sword pierced through Zhong Qing like a phantom.

"A surprise?"

The God Ancestor said calmly: "This sword will not cut your body."

"It's your strength."

"Your strongest point should be your physical body."

"And now, can you still feel the power of your body?"

Zhong Qing gave him a strange look.

The God Ancestor spoke to himself.

"This sword of mine is called the Sword of Cutting Me."

"What you cut off is your most powerful self."

"It can cut off part of your concepts from you."

"And now, what is being cut off is the power of your powerful physical body."

"So you can't move now, right?"

"Without a strong physical body, how can one withstand the powerful immortal power of a strong person who has reached the second level of sublimation or above?"

"Next, even if I do nothing, you will gradually collapse and die."

The God Ancestor smiled slightly: "But it is too tragic for a strong man like you to die like this."

He slowly drew back the snow-white sword.

"So, with this second sword, I will cut off your self-awareness."

"Just let you die unconsciously."

"This is my last mercy to you."

The God Ancestor held a long sword and stared at Zhong Qing.

A trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"What a pity! If you had known my methods from the beginning, you would have been on guard."

"It's not that easy to destroy your concept."

"Unfortunately, you are like all the powerful ones who have sublimated their physical bodies."

"I thought nothing in the world could threaten me, so I didn't... eh?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly cried out in surprise.

I saw Zhong Qing who had just been stabbed by a sword.

He continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

"You...how can you still walk?"

The God Ancestor was shocked and confused.

And Zhong Qing finally spoke.

"That's not what I said."

Zhong Qing said calmly, "Do you always talk so much nonsense when you fight?"

The God Ancestor's eyes darkened: "What did you say?"

But Zhong Qing shook his head.

"Forget it, you're going to die anyway."

"Is that all you have to say?"

The words fell, before the God Ancestor could speak.

Zhong Qing took a step forward and threw a punch.

It was, after a long time, that it blasted out again...

Killing Fist!

Boom!

The pupils of the God Ancestor shrank, and an extreme sense of crisis surged in his heart. Without thinking, he slashed out with his sword.

The unimaginable and boundless power was like a raging tide, sweeping and surging through the void.