Xiao Qiang was covered in blood and bruises, and sat on the back of the giant dragon Xuandian in despair, falling into great pain.

Zu Qianhao is dead, Wei Nanxi is dead, the four Demon Venerables are dead, the four Sword Pavilion elders who have never met are also dead, the Sword Ghost Master is also dead, and Xuanyuan Yannian, and thousands of Sword Pavilion disciples are all dead, how did things become like this?

They shouldn't die, when I am promoted to the Sword God, I will challenge the Plane God with dignity, defeat him, and truly open the sky of the Law of the Sword, there is no need to let you all be under one doppelganger.

Xiao Qiang's eyes were glazed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he muttered to himself, until a roar from the giant dragon Xuandian pulled him back to reality.

He froze down, and when he saw the sky that was collapsing, looked at the huge waves hundreds of meters high on the sea, and saw the terrifying scars on Xuandian's body, he couldn't help but feel a thrill and stood up suddenly.

He instantly released a thought towards Xiao Zhuling, and a green aura spread out from under his feet, swimming towards Xuandian's wound, quickly stopping Xuandian's bleeding wound.

While Xiao Zhuling healed Xuandian, he looked at the hilt of the sword in Xuanying's hand, and his heart stinged, and when he saw Xuanying crying profusely, the corners of his mouth hooked a bitter smile that was more ugly than crying.

This is Xuanying, it doesn't have such deep feelings for the old sword ghost, it just saw Xiao Qiang crying, and it also cried, even more than Xiao Qiang.

Taking a deep breath and eliminating the distracting thoughts in his mind, Xiao Qiang stretched out his big hand and grasped the hilt of the Qingxu Sword.

"Buzz!"

A strange wave came from the hilt of the sword, instantly burrowing into his palm, introducing a thought into his mind.

"Xiao Qiang, Qingxu Ancient Sword, is the sword of the old man's ancestor Qingxu Sword God, and in the remaining hilt, there are some pictures of his decisive battle with the Plane God back then, which will help you in the future. In addition, the old man's sword cultivation over the years, the mystery of the law, are stored in the hilt of the sword, which is the last thing the old man can do for you. ”

"Master!" Xiao Qiang's eyes flashed with tears, and he choked silently.

"Don't be sad, the old man, like your master Qingxun, is not really dead, but lives in another way, in the sky of the law of the sword, we will be with you......"

Xiao Qiang looked up at the sky, tears flowed backwards, he suddenly let out a long roar, raised the bare hilt of the sword above his head with his hand, and stabbed it into the sky.

"Xiao Qiang, wait a minute!" Xuandian suddenly shouted, leaned his body, passed through a dense lightning light curtain, and swept lightly into the distance.

Suddenly, a powerful pulling force struck, and Xuandian's body suddenly sank, falling into a huge whirlpool.

This huge whirlpool, thousands of meters deep, is surrounded by smooth black waves, and as the waves swirl, the huge whirlpool also moved rapidly on the surface of the sea.

The swirling whirlpool smashed the islands and reefs along the way to pieces, and the towering waves continued to shatter the spatial cracks that bloomed in the sky, and the internal space of the whirlpool remained relatively calm.

Xuandian was covered in golden light, and finally suspended his body smoothly in the center of the whirlpool, and then twisted his neck and nodded to Xiao Qiang.

Xiao Qiang looked up at the sky through the opening of the whirlpool, raised the bare hilt of his sword again, and stabbed it into the sky.

He followed the trick left by the old sword ghost, and instantly activated the divine power in the hilt of the sword, only to see a white beam of light rise into the sky, piercing the tumbling clouds and flying into the vast nine heavens.

At the same time, Xiao Qiang activated his sword soul, and in the dark, the sky of the law of swords, the rotating nebula, appeared in his mind in a grand and shocking way.

The quietly rotating Sword River Nebula, layer by layer of smooth orbit, countless small swords flashed with luster, hovering along the orbit, layer by layer spreading outward.

Xiao Qiang's sword soul, a short little sword, covered with a faint golden light, flashed a dark red on the spine of the sword, wandering in the core area of the center of the nebula, and once again came to the invisible barrier.

Suddenly, countless gossamer-like white lights seeped into his sword soul, and the sword soul flickered.

"It's ...... Lord Qingxu's divine power?!" Xiao Qiang sensed the white light absorbed by the sword soul, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and almost exclaimed.

"Buzz!"

The invisible barrier in front of him trembled strangely, and then disappeared, and after Xiao Qiang's sword soul was blessed with divine power, it drilled into it like lightning.

Xiao Qiang's sword soul seemed to have entered a mysterious and distant world, and all kinds of information about the vast and vicissitudes of life were surging towards him like a tide, instantly filling the sword soul and his soul.

The light and shadow are changing, the illusions are full of images, the child wrapped in animal skin waving a tree branch, the young swordsman with two pieces of wood sandwiched by the iron sheet, the assassin holding the bronze sword in ten steps to kill a person, the girl dragging the long sword spike and dancing the sword, the scholar who travels around the world with a gorgeous short sword, and the white-haired old man who connects the two sword moves together.

The light and shadow changed faster and faster, Xiao Qiang saw countless people, saw the old sword ghost, saw Wei Nanxi, and saw the master Leng Qingxun, although it was only a moment, it made Xiao Qiang burst into tears in an instant.

He also saw "The Nameless Seven Swords", saw countless sets of swordsmanship, and also saw a gorgeous sword wheel, and the young man in the background of the sword wheel was very much like himself.

The sound of clanging sounded, and the image of the illusion changed abruptly, and an iron sword lay on the cutting board, constantly beating sparks under the blow of the giant hammer.

As the sword was immersed in the pool, a mist rose and the illusion changed again.

Some people fused blood into the molten iron of sword refining, some people jumped directly into the furnace of sword refining, some tried to inlay the magic crystal nucleus on the hilt of the sword, and some tried to engrave the magic pattern on the sword body.

The long and long history has turned into a long river, Xiao Qiang went down the river, and in the flickering light and shadow, his body and mind and sword, and sword soul, were tightly fused together.

After eight years of delay, Xiao Qiang finally broke through the last barrier and comprehended the law of the sword!

His sword soul bloomed with a strange brilliance, like the rising sun, and the brilliant light illuminated the entire space.

The shining sword soul, suspended vertically in the center of the law sky, slowly rotated along the vertical axis, from the layers of orbits of the rotating nebula, from the wandering small swords, a trace of white light escaped, like a dancing elf, one after another upstream, and began to converge towards the center of the Sword River Nebula.

This white light is not only the sword element of the law sky, but also the power of faith of believers!

Trace by thread they penetrated into Xiao Qiang's sword soul and penetrated into Xiao Qiang's soul, giving him an incomparably powerful feeling.

At the same time, his thoughts diverged outward, infiltrating into layers of orbit, into a wandering small sword, spreading endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Sky of the Law of Swords, the vast Sword River Nebula, was completely under the control of his mind!