A glaring light descended from the sky!
The wind grew even fiercer.
The intensity of the spiritual energy it emitted made everyone present feel a deep sense of fear.
Was this even stronger than Qingwu's spiritual power?
Who was it?
Who exactly was it!?
The light descended directly.
It was a sword.
A sword that had been drawn from its sheath.
The old cultivator recognized it immediately, shouting, "It's Jifeng Celestial Sovereign's sword! Sky-Tearing!"
He tried to retract his magic weapon instantly.
But it was too late.
The Sky-Tearing Sword swung through the air and knocked down all the magic weapons suspended in the sky.
Very few magic weapons were left intact.
The cultivators cried out in despair, some even wishing for death.
The Sky-Tearing Sword returned to the ground, plunging right in front of Nanli.
Nanli froze for a moment, then slowly stood up.
She grasped the sword.