Faced with such a slash, Jiang Wang stood his ground, advancing instead of retreating, and had already drawn his sword from its sheath!
Between heaven and earth, it seemed to brighten for an instant. A ray of white light, like a flash of lightning, appeared in a fleeting fissure.
A fleeting moment, almost like a dream.
His sword was still in his hand, as if it had never left the sheath.
People hadn't heard the sword ring.
But those thousands of mountains and rivers, the birds and rabbits, all split down the middle.
The layers of illusions cleaved by the grand illusory yin tuodao shattered piece by piece, like autumn leaves falling in the wind...
This sword of Jiang Wang's was named "Heaven's Line".
It could be considered an advanced sword move of "noblemen in despair, life and death grudge".
Once in Broken Soul Gorge, he looked up to see a line of heaven, walking the line of life and death. Leaping out of the river of fate, yet falling back into the river of fate.
