A month passes a heavy day.

One sword after another continued to merge towards the sword in Yang Yifeng's hand.

With such a terrifying speed, it was as if all the sword Dao Xuan Ao Yang Yifeng had already comprehended and controlled it, and there was no difficulty at all, and it was like a bamboo all the way.

Yaeten.

Eight months after Yang Yifeng stepped into the Sword Pool, the surrounding void changed, and his figure appeared in the Nine Heavens.

The sword like a star hung in the void, and suddenly with a buzz, it bloomed with extremely brilliant sword light and poured down.

Yang Yifeng was suddenly shrouded in sword intent and sword dao, bathing in a sea of swords.

Buzz!

A sword, every less than an hour, a sword would fly from the void on its own and merge with the sword in Yang Yifeng's hand.

As this fusion continued, the sword in Yang Yifeng's hand became more and more brilliant.

The brilliant sword light illuminated the entire sword pool.

Holding the sword, Yang Yifeng seemed to hold the power of killing gods and destroying immortals.

At this moment, his expression was extremely weird, and the aura around him was even more eerie and terrifying, and the aura was ghostly.

Airplanes!

When the last sword, from one to nine, a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine swords, merged into the sword in his hand, the sword in his hand buzzed, bursting out of incomparably brilliant crystals, a terrifying force, violently vibrating, as if to break free from Yang Yifeng's hands.

But he was forcibly pressed by Yang Yifeng.

At the same time, Yang Yifeng's closed eyes finally opened.

In an instant, it was like ten thousand sword rays flashing, and the heavens and the earth were filled with endless sword intent and all kinds of mysterious sword aura.

At this moment, he is the real Sword God Sword Immortal!

"Senior Brother......

Ye Zhiyang stared at him in a daze, her lips trembling and she shouted.

And Yang Yifeng also looked at the scene that appeared in front of him.

The suspended sword washing pool was in front of him, and a graceful figure was sitting in it, and his pure and clear eyes were staring at him in a daze, as if it contained a strong emotion that could not be dissolved......

Her face is beautiful and dusty, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world, I see the delicate and weak of pity, and the floating faint starlight, as if it may dissipate in front of me at any time.

......

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

"With her essence blood sacrificing the sword, and using her divine soul to condense the sword soul, you can suppress and control the immortal sword!"

"Grant you the power of the gods of Wushang, kill gods and destroy immortals, crisscross thousands of planes, and dominate the world!"

A voice in his heart kept roaring at Yang Yifeng, urging.

Kill the peerless girl in front of you and use it to complete the last step of the sword's fusion sword!

Only the fairy sword can have a spirit!

The power of the sword in his hand exploded stronger and stronger, as if it wanted to break free from his hand and kill the girl.

But no matter how hard it struggles, no matter how strong the instigation and demagogy in the depths of its mind are.

Yang Yifeng's eyes were shining with a resolute light, like a rock, unmoved.

His hand was like a steel hoop, and he pressed the sword in his hand to death.

On one side is the power to slash through the nine heavens and ten earths and slaughter gods and destroy immortals.

On one side is in the sword washing pool, her face is pale, I see pity, pure and unworldly, a peerless beautiful girl in the city.

"Senior Brother......

The girl who was staring at Yang Yifeng in a daze finally spoke: "Why don't you refine the ghost qi on your body?" You still have to choose the sword...... Right?"

"What do you think?"

The corners of Yang Yifeng's mouth hooked up with an evil smile, and under the swirling ghostly aura, he looked extremely evil.

"I see......"

The girl, or Ye Zhiyang, suddenly burst into tears, took a deep look at Yang Yifeng, and closed her eyes sadly.

Crystalline, large teardrops dripped down, as if turning into brilliant aqua blue diamonds, and fell into the sword washing pool with a ding dong.

"What do you understand?"

Swish!

Yang Yifeng's figure flickered and he actually came to Ye Zhiyang: "Let's hear it, senior brother, I don't understand anything! Why do you still choose a sword? I haven't chosen it before." ”

Ye Zhiyang, who was already desperate, heard Yang Yifeng's words, and did not open his eyes again, but he was still infinitely resentful, and almost muttered: "You have chosen, but you don't remember...... After all, I still can't compare to the sword ......."

"Let's be specific, don't be so vague. ”

"Senior brother...... I don't know the specifics, so I awaken this memory, and even the emotions I had at the beginning...... Senior brother, won't you kill me?"

Ye Zhiyang was completely unexpectedly questioned by Yang Yifeng, which broke the scenes, moods, and emotions that appeared in her mind, and she stared at Yang Yifeng, whose face was as pale as paper, and her lips were delicate like a ghost, and said.

"Why should I kill you?"

"Kill me, you will be able to truly complete the forging of this fairy sword, and the thousands of sword dao origins I control will be used by you, and you will be able to dominate the world, control all worlds, and even the entire world...... Ahem, senior brother, I can't go on, I have this information in my head......"

"It's so big, what kind of messy memories are you awakening? Didn't you see my senior brother, can I suppress it with one hand? Strong is very strong, but compared to senior brother and me, it's still a little worse. Besides, although I like power, I like my own strength, not relying on external objects. Of course, the most important thing is ......"

Yang Yifeng took a step forward again, and went directly to the sword washing pool, almost face to face with Ye Zhiyang, looking at each other.

"Yes...... What?"

"I like you better!"

When Ye Zhiyang saw Yang Yifeng pause and couldn't help but ask, Yang Yifeng stared straight at Ye Zhiyang, with a kind of seriousness and seriousness that he had never seen before, extremely firm, loud and sonorous...... Wait, in short, it was a voice that made the heavens and the earth tremble, and said.

"Whether it's Ye Zhiyang, Ye Qingwu, or Hu Xiaoyu...... You have a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, you have a hundred realms and thousands of realms of doppelganger, I will behead you for hundreds of lifetimes and thousands of lifetimes, and accept you for hundreds of lifetimes and thousands of lifetimes! Heaven and earth, you have to be my woman!"

"Senior brother...... You...... What are you talking about?"

"Don't ask me specifically, I don't understand, you just need to know, I am me, you are you, now me, now you are me and you. What memory awakening, what reincarnation clone, hell with it! From now on, you are my woman!"

Airplanes!

A momentum of dominating heaven and earth suddenly emanated from Yang Yifeng's body, and in an instant, a phantom shadow of the Gathering Mind Shrine appeared above his head, and an endless divine aura poured down!

The ghost qi on his body directly turned into clouds and dissipated in an instant!

The fused anti-heaven immortal sword, only the last step away, kept struggling in Yang Yifeng's hands, like the curse of a sword demon, hovering in Yang Yifeng's mind urging him to kill Ye Zhiyang's sword, and suddenly let out a terrible haze like a ghost crying wolf's howl, and immediately turned into a sword light that submerged into Yang Yifeng's eyebrows.

The shadow of the Shrine of Gathering Thoughts also disappeared.

Ye Zhiyang's eyes widened in shock.

(End of chapter)