Xu Han was very sure that this change was caused by the blood element that had already been injected into his body. It's just that he can't be sure if all this in front of him is an illusion or something that is actually happening.

In fact, no matter whether everything in front of him was an illusion or something real, Xu Han couldn't do anything, he tried to shout at everyone, but everyone didn't pay any attention to him, and his voice couldn't really reach their ears.

On the contrary, the rampaging blood element in his body seemed to have some kind of mysterious connection with its real master, the Xingtian Sword, at that time, and it began to continue to strengthen, continue to spread, and even tried to infect Xu Han's body.

At least Xu Han can be sure that this thing is real and what is happening. If he allowed that Blood Yuan to go on like this, Xu Han was afraid that within an hour, he would be completely devoured by the power left in his body by the Heavenly Punishment Sword.

He didn't care to investigate whether the scene in front of him was real or not, he began to urge the power in his body to try to stop the rioting blood element, but the sword intent of the Heavenly Hunting Realm was like a grasshopper shaking a tree under the power of this blood element, and it couldn't stop the blood element's progress at all, and it collapsed in an instant with just a slight touch.

Xu Han's face sank when he felt this situation, and he suddenly realized that maybe everything that happened in front of him was indeed a real thing, otherwise it would be impossible to explain that the blood element, which had been dormant for a long time, would riot at this time. But this kind of realization did not help Xu Han's situation at this moment, he frowned and thought hard about how to solve the dilemma in front of him.

His sword intent can't compete with this blood element, once the demonic power of his right arm is used, no matter whether he can stop this blood element or not, it will inevitably bring him greater harm, this method of demolishing the east wall and making up the west wall is obviously not the right way to solve this matter. Then the only thing he could rely on now was the starlight left behind by the watcher!

When he thought of this, Xu Han didn't hesitate for a moment.

He knew very well that this was his only option.

That starlight was like spirituality, and as soon as Xu Han's mind moved, it suddenly gushed out of Xu Han's internal organs and turned into a bright light in Xu Han's chest.

Xu Han's eyebrows sank, and he shouted softly: "Go!"

As soon as this sound fell, that starlight suddenly surged towards the place where the blood element was wanton in Xu Han's body.

Rumble!

A loud bang exploded in Xu Han's body at that time, Xu Han's body shook, and his head went blank for a while.

His face turned a little paler again, and even a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The power of Starlight is really majestic, and it can restrain this blood element to a large extent, but at this moment, his body has become a battlefield of these two powerful forces, although Starlight has restrained this blood element, but the aftermath of the collision between the two continues to destroy Xu Han's internal organs.

Thinking of Xu Han here, a bitter smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Isn't the sky going to kill me?

He thought secretly in his heart, but he began to think about a way to break the game.

As soon as such a thought arose, Xu Han's face became strange, and he remembered the book "The Great Dragon Elephant Seal" that he had just read.

Whether it is the power of the starlight, or the blood element injected into his body by the Xingtian Sword, isn't it the two incompatible forces mentioned in the "Great Dragon Elephant Seal"?

Thinking of this, Xu Han didn't hesitate for a moment, he began to urge his "Great Dragon Elephant Seal" exercise according to the method he had recorded before, and at the same time, his hands were sealed, constantly changing, and the power generated by the collision of the power of the starlight and the power of the blood element was driven into his own body, so as to refine the body.

I have to say that the method driven by the "Great Dragon Elephant Seal" and the mudra used with it are indeed extremely suitable for physical cultivation, and his attainments in this point are far beyond the "Shura Jue", and with the drive of this method, the power generated by the collision of starlight and blood element also began to pour into Xu Han's physical body in a steady stream, and he could clearly feel that his physical cultivation was improving at a rapid speed at that time.

"It's you!!" But just as Xu Han was enjoying the pleasure of this physical transformation, there was an exclamation in his ears.

Xu Han was stunned for a moment, he looked up, only to find that it was the white-clothed immortal in the illusion inspired by the blood element who made this exclamation.

......

Si Blank's body began to tremble, and he began to tremble involuntarily.

He stared at the figure holding the Heavenly Sword, his eyes widened, as if he had seen the most incredible scene in the world.

"You're not... Is it dead..."

Si Bai asked, the trills in his tone revealed the churning in his heart at the moment, and he lost both the demeanor of the Great Zhou National Master and the power of the immortals.

A red-clothed figure lightly mentioned, and the Xingtian Sword was held in his hand at that time, he smiled slightly, looked at the white-robed immortal calmly, and said: "Of course I am dead, can't Uncle Shi see it?"

Si Bai was stunned again when he heard this, he seemed to think of something, looked at the figure and stared, and then said in a deep voice: "Spirit?"

"Zhong is stupid, and it is difficult for him to reach the realm of immortals in his life, but fortunately, he cultivated the true spirit into a sword spirit, and put it in Yueming's body, so that he had the fate of saying goodbye to his uncle today. Zhong Chang said with a smile, but the sword intent around his body surged out at that time, enveloping his body.

Whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, or Confucianism, there has been a saying that all things have spirits.

A man has a spirit, and so does a sword.

When a sword cultivator's understanding of the way of the sword reaches a level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, he can cultivate the sword spirit and completely merge his own way with the way of the sword, thus giving birth to a sword spirit that can be integrated with the sword. This can almost be called the greatest achievement of a sword cultivator outside of the Immortal Realm, of course, in fact, many immortal realm powers are far from being able to do this.

"Do you think you can kill me with just one sword spirit?" Si Bai's face became extremely gloomy, and he stared at Zhong Chang and said in a deep voice: "At the beginning, you were not my opponent with all your strength, but now there is only one spirit left, what can you do? If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time." ”

Si Bai said this, he was dressed in white and agitated at that time, the black sword intent surged in his body, and the nine hideous black dragons poked their heads out of his back again, looking at Zhong Chang with teeth and claws.

Hum!

A cold snort came out of Si Blank's mouth, and the nine-headed black dragon moved in response, roaring and killing Zhong Chang.

How powerful was the black dragon summoned with the power of the immortals? When it roared away, the wind and black qi that swept up could be said to cover the sky and the sun, and the aftermath alone made the bodies of the surrounding armor soldiers shake, and many of the weaker cultivators turned pale and fell directly to the ground.

But Zhong Chang, who was at the center of the nine-headed dragon's attack, did not have the slightest color on his face. As soon as he swung the blade of his sword, a dazzling blood light stirred up on the sword body of the Xingtian Sword, and he stepped forward, and wherever he passed, the blood-colored sword shadow lingered, turning into a sword shadow barrier around his body.

The seemingly menacing black dragon was shattered in front of this sword shadow barrier as if it were defeated, and was directly stirred into pieces by those blood-colored sword shadows, and it couldn't enter Zhong Chang's body for half an inch at all.

And Zhong Changhe, who had achieved such a result, did not stop, he went straight forward, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out, straight to the face of the white-clothed immortal.

Seeing that his offensive was so easily cracked by Zhong Changhate, Na Si's blank face was naturally difficult to see the extreme.

He finally understood what Song Yueming, or Zhong Chang hated to rely on.

He drove the origin power of the Xingtian Sword, and although he couldn't understand how the sword spirit who had not yet reached the immortal realm with Zhong Chang's hatred did it, the truth was really in front of him.

But after all, he is the honor of immortals, so naturally he will not only have this ability, but at that time, his face was cold, and a hand suddenly stretched out, and the space where his palm touched suddenly distorted irregularly, and his palm stretched into the distorted space.

Then he jerked, and a pitch-black sword was easily pulled out of the warped space.

The body of the long sword he was carrying shook, and the black qi and dragon in the sky began to rush towards the black sword frantically, turning into a series of substantive-like sword intent to wrap the black sword in it.

Clang!

Then he lifted his sword and faced the Xingtian Sword in Zhong Changhe's hand.

The two collided, and a huge golden sound erupted under this dragon platform, and then the blood light and black qi in the sky continued to collide where the two swords met, stirring up a gust of wind, but for a while, no one could completely defeat anyone.

......

Ning Zhumang's face changed, and the relief of the reunion of the old man after a long absence was fleeting in his heart.

He could see it clearly, in such a confrontation, Zhong Chang's spirit body was becoming blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the price of his urging of the Heavenly Punishment Sword was his spirit itself!

But Ning Zhumang couldn't make a move yet, because he knew that he only had one chance, he couldn't fail, he could only watch the old man who had been absent for a long time slowly die again, this feeling was not pleasant, his heart was like being torn apart, but it was also this severe pain that made him more and more determined in his heart.

Compared with Ning Zhumang, who was surprised and sad on his face, the look on Song Yueming's face was much more indifferent.

He's done everything he's promised, but will he really be able to defeat Si Blank?

He stared at the red figure that was constantly being devoured under the black sword intent, and his face became gloomy.

......

Rainy night.

Rainy night with heavy rain pouring down.

It drenched the peak of the heavy moment, and also wet the boy's clothes and bun.

"Uncle Shi!" his face was soaked in rain, and his eyes were round and mixed with horror. His body took a few steps back, as if it were a demon standing in front of him.

"This is the only way!" the old man in red, who was also drenched, took a step at that moment, and grabbed the young man's shoulders with both hands, and he used all his strength to the point that the pain from the shoulder almost made the young man faint.

"There must be another way! I can, I can definitely kill Zhu Longqi, so that Elder Sikong can't do anything..."The young man shook his head desperately, and his tone was full of unassailable tears.

"You can't do it. The tone of the old man in red was so calm that it was impossible to deny what he said, and they all knew that it was true. "Si Bai is far stronger than you think, he has a power in his body that I can't speak, and he has entered the demon path like my master!"

"Kill me, and my sword spirit will remain in you. You have to live, gain his trust, and then get the Heavenly Sword, only by relying on this ancient murderous thing, we can possibly defeat him!"

"But—" The boy hesitated, and if he could, he would rather die than do such a thing.

"No, you're a disciple of the Linglong Pavilion, you have to take on this responsibility!" the old man said loudly, his tone carrying an irrefutable solemnity, it was not a request, but an order.

The soaking wet young man's body began to tremble, he looked at the old man in red, feeling the resoluteness in the old man's gaze, and his gaze gradually softened in such resoluteness, and finally turned into the same as it.

He stood up, and was silent for a few more breaths, when the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard in the courtyard.

He knew that time was running out, so he bowed deeply to the old man and said, "Disciple takes orders." ”

So, on that day, it was no longer just Zhong Changh, who was known as the Great Yan Sword Immortal, who died.

And that stubborn teenager...

......

Song Yueming stood up and looked at the red figure.

He didn't hesitate too much, a purple robe agitated at that time, and his body suddenly moved forward to the side of the red figure, he stretched out his hand, and also grasped the hilt of the Heavenly Punishment Sword.

Terrifying power poured out from the Xingtian Sword, and blood-red poisonous snakes were generated from the hilt of the sword, hovering and wrapping around Song Yueming's arm.

Song Yueming's True Yuan of the Great Yan Realm was frantically devoured by the poisonous snake at that time, and the blood light that bloomed from the Xingtian Sword also became more and more violent because of Song Yueming's addition, and it even faintly suppressed the trend of Si Bai's black qi in the sky.

"Yueming!" Zhong Chang turned his head to look at the young man beside him, his eyes full of horror and worry.

The name of the fierce sword of the Heavenly Sword is not a lie, it is a sharp weapon, but it is also a fierce soldier that eats the master, while urging this sword to hurt the enemy, it will also devour the cultivation and vitality of the person who urges.

Zhong Chang is a dead person, unless he can enter a place like the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb, it is only a matter of time before he dissipates.

What can be done for the shattered Linglong Pavilion with such a broken body, it seems that it is a cost-effective thing for Zhong Changhe, but Song Yueming is different, he has a great life and a great future, and it is not a wise move to sacrifice his life for a sect that is close to existing in name only, not to mention, he has done enough, and it is good enough.

"Uncle...", just in the face of Zhong Changhe's surprise, Song Yueming, who was dressed in a purple robe, spoke in a calm tone, and he didn't even glance sideways at Zhong Changhe. He said in an almost greeting tone: "Do you know what Song's biggest regret is?"

"Huh?" Zhong Changhe obviously didn't expect to get such a question as Song Yueming, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

But at that time, Song Yueming turned his head to look at Zhong Changhe, and a smile suddenly appeared on the young man's face, which was extremely bright, like a star: "That rainy night didn't have time to stand side by side with the senior uncles." ”

"Linglong Pavilion is the sect taught by Uncle Shi, and it is also the sect of Song. ”

"What you can do, Song can also do, and if you have the determination, Song will definitely not be a little more than half a point. ”

Having said that, Song Yueming's body was full of momentum, and he poured all the vitality and true yuan in his body into the Heavenly Sword, so the blood light was a little more vigorous, and at that time, he completely suppressed the black qi stimulated by Si Blank.

Hearing this, Zhong Chang was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses.

"Okay!" he suddenly smiled heartily, "Let's sacrifice our lives and forget about death for Linglong Pavilion again today!"

As soon as he said this, the sword intent in his body also surged out at that time, and the blood light was a little hotter, but his body gradually became blurred at that time, and it seemed to have reached the verge of dissipation, but the smile on his face did not subside, but intensified...

If the son is like this, how can the inheritance be broken?