"Zhang Xuan?"

Yang Xingxia spoke in confusion, "I didn't expect that you, a stray dog, dared to appear in front of me. The last time you didn't kill you was because you were lucky. I want to know if your luck is that good this time?"

"I want to say this."

A purple lotus appeared above Zhang Xuan's head.

Yang Shou Tomb's expression was even more solemn.

"Xianlian! He is Xianlian!"

Xu Huan, who was under the sword energy of Yang Shoumeng, stared at Zhang Xuan, his eyes were shocked and his mouth kept murmuring.

The old woman behind Wei Lan also widened her eyes.

"Old guy, kill him!"

Yang Xingxia shouted loudly.

The lotus above Zhang Xuan's head emitted a white light, and at the same time, a white phantom appeared behind Zhang Xuan. The seven-meter phantom shocked Yang Shoutu's body. He finally understood where the legendary sword intent came from.

"Spiritual Control Realm!"

Xu Huan exclaimed, his heroic spirit was about to wake up, and he knew very well that the gathering of heroic spirits behind him was a manifestation of the spirit control realm.

Zhang Xuan lifted the purple divine sword in his hand and took a random stroke. The huge shadow behind him made the same move at the same time. In this simple stroke, the sword shadows in the sky rushed straight to Yang Shou's tomb.

The old woman behind Wei Lan also figured it out at this moment. No wonder she had never found the whereabouts of the sword master before. It turned out that he was that master! He had always been a clumsy person! Faced with the sword light emitted behind Zhang Xuan, Yang Shoutu had no choice but to welcome it. In the sword light, Zhang Xuan was not hurt at all. On the other hand, Yang Shoututu had a tiny gap in his clothes. In this sword light, Zhang Xuan had an absolute advantage.

The combat power brought by the war spirit is huge, and some of Yang Shoumeng's strength is still in a state of suppression, and one is rising and the other is getting worse. At this moment, Zhang Xuan's strength is stronger than Yang Shoumeng's.

When the sword lights in the sky dissipated, Yang Shou Tomb's clothes had become ragged.

Although the two of them did not move too fiercely just now, they contained countless murderous intents, that is, Yang Shoumeng was powerful, and if he had another person, he would have been cut into a flesh-like shape by the sword lights all over the sky.

"Piaoxue's sword intent is the master of the legendary sword god."

Yang Shoumeng looked at the white phantom behind Zhang Xuan with a serious face, "I didn't expect that this person would become your heroic spirit. However, the heroic spirit has not fully awakened. You are just forcibly activate this power. Although it is far from reaching the spirit control realm, it is enough to be invincible under the spirit control."

Yang Shoumeng said, pulling out an iron sword from his waist. He rarely holds his hands with a real sword against the enemy, but once he picks it up, it means that Yang Shoumeng is already very serious.

"I practice swords at the age of nine, and I have only practiced one sword for decades. If I break this sword, it would be equivalent to completely defeating me."

Yang Shoumeng held his sword. At this moment, the mist that filled the surrounding heaven and earth began to condense towards the tip of the sword in Yang Shoumeng's hand.

Everyone present felt a breath that made them palpitations from the ordinary iron sword in Yang Shoumeng's hand.

"Zhang Xuan, he is accumulating his power. This move is extremely terrifying. It has completely exceeded the energy limit he has mastered. It even has some meaning of Taoism. You, the war spirit, are not your opponent, so absorb the energy of the heroic spirit!"

The urgent voice of the evil god sounded in Zhang Xuan's ears.

Zhang Xuan closed his eyes and slowly raised his arms. He made a posture of putting the sword in the sheath, as if he wanted to draw the sword.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan and Yang Shoutu were like two extremes in this space, and the fog condensed at the tip of Yang Shoutu's sword. Yang Shoutu's sword even drove the energy of the Loulan formation.

The violent spiritual energy can gather on the battle spirit behind Zhang Xuan, and the illusory white figure becomes more and more solid.

At this moment, the human cat, which was far away from here, looked at this side.

Pojun in the opposite direction also stopped, looked at this, and murmured: "So strong."

On the lake surface not far from Zhang Xuan and the others, the lake water completely churned, and waves and whirlpools appeared, creating various strange phenomena.

"There is no one who can break my sword under the extreme realm of the spirit control. I wonder how much my sword is compared to Piaoxue."

Yang Shoumeng picked up his wrist with a light slight lift.

Under Yang Shoumeng's action, everyone present felt that their brains were blank and they didn't even have the ability to think, let alone, there was any way to resist Yang Shoumeng's sword. This was a kind of suppression from the realm. Under the control of the spirit, no one could resist it.

At the same time, Zhang Xuan made a sword drawing posture.

"A sword, snow."

The biting chill swept across everyone's body. The tumultuous lake suddenly stopped because it was covered by a layer of ice crystals. The entire lake surface was completely frozen at this moment, and the bodies of the inheritors were also covered with a layer of frost.

At this moment, the sword moves of Zhang Xuan and Yang Shou Tomb completely surpassed the realm of God-making. The two of them had no sound when they met this time, as if the whole world had become silent at this moment.

One second...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Blood was sprayed, and an arm was thrown up, bringing up a large piece of blood, and then landed on the ground. On that arm, there was an iron sword. At this moment, there were gaps everywhere on the sword.

Yang Shoumeng's extreme sword was broken! Yang Shoumeng stared blankly at the broken arm on the ground in front of him. The pain caused by the wound on his body was already numb to him at this moment.

He practiced swords at the age of nine, and only practiced one sword in his life. At this moment, he was broken, just like his belief was killed. At this moment, Yang Shoumeng was completely stunned.

A cold light passed by Yang Shou Tomb's cheek and headed straight behind Yang Shou Tomb.

"Yang Xingxia, die!"

Zhang Xuan's voice was very light, but the solemn and murderous intention was very strong.

The sword light pierced through Yang Xingxia's chest, and a touch of ice crystal appeared in front of Yang Xingxia, even the blood was locked.

Yang Xingxia widened her eyes, slowly lowered her head, and looked at the wound on her chest and the ice crystals spreading around her. A feeling of powerlessness came from her body, and even breathing became difficult at this moment.

Yang Xingxia shook his head slightly, his eyes were full of confusion, he couldn't believe that all this was true, and his heart was killed by a sword?

"Old...Old thing..." Yang Xingxia spoke, but even felt troubled to speak, "I...I...I...I don't want to die...I..." "No!"

Yang Shou's tomb let out a shrill roar.
Chapter completed!