I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

Chapter 1825

"Is it impossible to set foot on the feathered stage after all?"

He asked himself this question in his heart, feeling very dissatisfied.

He was once seriously injured and remained silent for hundreds of years. Although he did not show his true colors, he never let go of his obsession.

Once he became an emperor, he crossed several realms and reached the realm of eternal emperor.

Now he has finally broken free from the shackles and taken the step towards the half-step to enlightenment he had longed for, but he did not expect to suffer such a heavy setback. It seems that everything is arranged by fate.

"I am unwilling to do this, old man!"

The scene that appeared on the road ahead shattered. Luo Tongtian's eyes flashed with sword light, and a mysterious aura suddenly descended, as if breaking through endless obstacles and coming from a distant place.

There seemed to be a moment of stillness between heaven and earth, and a magical and strange scene took place.

The Demon Lord paused, the wind, fire, and thunder tornado also paused, and the shattered sword fragments in the sky also paused.

Then, the pupils of the Demon Lord and the old man in brocade clothes suddenly contracted, as if they had seen something incredible.

Suddenly, a sword light appeared on the fragments of the sword blade, and then evolved into broken swords, with an extremely terrifying aura descending from them.

Looking at Luo Tongtian again, his body, which had been flying backwards, stood up at some point and hung in the sky, like a divine sword emitting thousands of feet of sword light, extremely eye-catching.

"Boom!"

The sky was shaking, and with Luo Tongtian as the center, a divine ruin appeared. Broken swords were like a forest, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

"This is……"

Luo Tongtian was shocked. He felt that he was extremely powerful at the moment, as if he had communicated with some mysterious realm and could draw on the infinite power in the realm. Each broken sword was like a piece of heaven and earth.

"The Sword of Heaven and Earth, the Sword Ruins are coming!"

"You...how is that possible?"

The Demon Lord was shocked, and the cry of the old man in brocade clothes rang in his ears.

A memory buried deep in his mind was uncovered, and the Demon Lord couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

Jianxu is a mysterious place. It is said that the top sword immortals can use their understanding of swords to communicate with the arrival of Jianxu and use the sword of heaven and earth to kill the enemy. They are extremely powerful.

But this doesn't make sense. The inferior human race in front of us is only half a step away from metamorphosis. How could they achieve such a level?

The arrival of the Sword Ruins requires at least a top-level sword immortal at the pinnacle of the Immortal River Realm to be able to accomplish this.

This doesn't make sense!

But at this moment, no matter how much the Demon Lord and the old man in brocade clothes disbelieved it, the sword ruins appeared clearly before their eyes.

Luo Tongtian stood in the sword ruins, his body like a divine sword, and an invincible sword intent burst out from the broken sword, slashing the sky and the earth, with an astonishingly strong aura of power.

"cut!"

Luo Tongtian himself was also extremely excited. Such power was simply intoxicating.

Following an imperial decree, the broken sword flew across the sky, and countless broken blades rushed out from the sword ruins.

"when!"

The Wind and Fire Lake on the Demon Lord's halberd was shattered, and the deafening sound of metal clashing was heard. The halberd flew out horizontally, and the Demon Lord vomited blood. His whole body was pierced, and his figure was in an extremely miserable state.

The broken sword's momentum continued unabated, shattering the tornado of wind, fire, and thunder before violently attacking the old man in brocade clothes. This also left him with bloodshot eyes and a heart filled with trepidation...

"Boom!"

The sky seemed to explode with fireworks condensed from the broken sword, and endless power spread out.

The tornado of wind, fire and thunder disappeared, but the wave of broken swords was incredibly strong and approached the old man in brocade clothes.

The old man in brocade clothes' consciousness flickered and became extremely illusory, and his consciousness was severely damaged.

He couldn't even maintain the handprint holding Xu Yan and Yu Bing, and his power completely dissipated.

As the sword light surged, the two women were surrounded by broken swords and taken away to a distant place.

Both women were extremely surprised and began to retreat on their own, while looking back at the now incredibly powerful Luo Tongtian.

The figure standing inside the sword ruins with flying white hair looked like a peerless sword immortal, invincible in this world.

"This Sword God sentences you to...death!"

Luo Tongtian's mighty voice resounded in the sky, he was arrogant and proud.

However, to the Demon Lord and the old man in brocade clothes, these words sounded extremely harsh and pretentious.

"Just... an inferior race!"