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"What a terrifying collision, is this really the aftermath caused by the two Great Yuan Shi Realm cultivators using their magical powers......" The entire Sword Palace was full of wails, and more people were terrified in their hearts, this battle between Zhang Yang and the War Demon was beyond their cognition of the Great Yuan Shi Realm Martial Cultivators.

After resting for a long time, Zhang Yang slowly got used to this body that didn't seem to belong to him.

Slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the war demon. The war demon also raised his head unyieldingly, although the appearance of the divine horse was not there, but the fierceness in his eyes was still there, and his two eyes were still staring at Zhang Yang, his body moved, and he wanted to crawl in the direction of Zhang Yang.

"Ahem...... Damn it...... Such...... Don't die yet......" Zhang Yang's breathing suddenly accelerated, his chest fell together, the wound on his body was affected, and a sharp pain came into Zhang Yang's mind.

Zhang Yang tried hard to raise his arm, but no matter how Zhang Yang thought or moved, he just couldn't feel the existence of his arm.

After working hard for a while, Zhang Yang finally gave up the idea of killing the war demon with a sword. As soon as the body was loosened, a feeling of tiredness spread rapidly to Zhang Yang's body, and the whole person was drowsy, and he wanted to pass out.

"Hold on, hold on!" Zhang Yang shouted to himself in his heart.

This battle has reached the most critical time, and now Zhang Yang and the war demon have their last breath left, and whoever holds up the last breath will be the final winner.

"I must not lose! I must not!" Zhang Yang used the strength that his natal dragon yuan had finally replenished for him, and slowly turned his body over, lying straight on the ground, tilting his head, staring at the war demon with two eyes.

"I must not lose!! for Belle, for the sake of the senior brothers who are still fighting, for the sake of the young and old, for the sake of my own dream of martial arts, I must not lose !!"

Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly burst out with infinite battle intent, and one after another sharp and unyielding sword-shaped sword intent flew out from his body like snowflakes, converging in the sky above Zhang Yang's head, forming a huge storm of sword intent.

"Sword Soul!!!"

Zhang Yang let out a low cry in his heart, and his eyes suddenly closed. The sword soul in his mind trembled slightly, turning into a colorful light and shadow and disappearing in Zhang Yang's mind.

"Whew!!"

A giant multicolored sword-shaped phantom rushed out of Zhang Yang's body and rushed into the storm of sword intent above Zhang Yang's head.

With the entry of Zhang Yang's sword soul, the sword intent storm seemed to have suddenly found its master, and it frantically drilled into Zhang Yang's sword soul, and the whistling sound was endless.

High in the air, people can feel that there is a powerful force there at first, sharp, unyielding, upright, and powerful are all that this power shows.

Later, the martial cultivators present saw a colorful light and shadow on Zhang Yang's body rushing into that force, and then the sky suddenly became chaotic, the wind and clouds changed, and the killing machine loomed.

"Look, what is that???" someone exclaimed, full of disbelief.

"What? What do you see?"

"In the middle of the sky, there's like ...... It seems to have a sword ......," a martial artist said in an uncertain tone.

"Haha, you're dazzled! How can there be a sword in the sky...... Belch...... It's true...... It really seems to have a sword, or a black sword......"

"Looks like there's something else on the sword......"

"It seems to be a dragon shadow, a golden dragon shadow !!"

With everyone's words and words, things in the sky finally slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

A sword, a black sword, a black sword with a golden dragon wandering on the sword!

It is the flamboyant sword soul!

The soul is formless! Zhang Yang reshapes the soul, casts the sword soul, and condenses the soul!

The soul can't be without a phase! Publicize the avenue of refinement, achieve sword intent, and gather the law for the soul to become a phase!

High in the air, a black sword hangs in the air, it is a flamboyant soul!

At this point, the flamboyant sword soul is finally a small success.

The flamboyant sword soul withstood the pain of scattered souls, and continued to condense under the tempering of spiritual power and dragon soul from moment to moment.

This time, when Zhang Yang was seriously injured and dying, the unyielding, reluctant, unwilling, and unyielding in his heart burst out together, achieving the strongest sword intent of Zhang Yang's sword cultivation so far.

In the end, all the sword intent in the sky entered the sword soul of Zhang Yang. Under the tempering of Zhang Yang's strongest sword intent so far, the sword soul finally condensed into a shape, and it was no longer the sword soul that was formless and formless, and could only be seen by a soul body like Zhang Yang himself or Long Qingyun.

The current sword soul can already exist independently of Zhang Yang's body, that is to say, even if Zhang Yang's body is fatally damaged in the future, the sword soul can escape from this body and continue to live in this world in the form of a soul.

Of course, how long a soul can live independent of Zhang Yang's body depends on how strong Zhang Yang's soul is. Zhang Yang can also be like the soul body that he killed with Bing Lingzi when he first entered the Ancient Sword Forest before, borrow rebirth and live another life!

The spiritual power above the sword soul is surrounded, and the colorful light flickers.

Zhang Yang saw it, saw the war demon lying on the ground, his eyes were also shining with unwillingness, he saw the countless martial cultivators below pointing and looking at him, and he saw his senior brothers and the black-robed man carefully confronting each other, and the battle between the two sides was about to break out. Zhang Yang even saw the endless beautiful mountains, high-rise buildings, and pavilions of the Sword Palace in the distance.

"It feels good to stand proudly in the void, looking down on everything, the world is unobstructed! Even the mood is a lot more open, and now I finally know why those strong people see everything so lightly, because they are really standing on a high place, and in their eyes, we are probably playing a child's house!"

Zhang Yang's mouth was full of slurp, standing quietly in the void and feeling the flow of the surrounding air, the arbitrariness of the wind, and the freedom of the clouds. During this period of time, I was nervous and nervous all the time in the Sword Palace, and my fearful emotions slowly calmed down!

Glancing at the direction of the war demon again, the sword soul flashed, and it was already standing not far in front of the war demon.

The war demon raised his head upwards with all his might, muttering in his throat and trying to scream out, but in the end only a large mouthful of black blood spurted out, but his spirit was weakened again, and the light in his eyes was much dimmer!

Zhang Yang looked at the war demon condescendingly, and there was no pity in his eyes. Now, it is Zhang Yang who is still standing here, if it is replaced by a war demon standing here, I am afraid that there will only be banter and ridicule in his eyes.

"Let's let this all end!!"

Zhang Yang whispered softly, the sword soul hung high, and a fierce sword intent popped out of the sword body to directly take the war demon.

"Huh!"

A wrinkled hideous head rolled down a long distance, and the two eyes on the skull were round, and the appearance of the sword soul was reflected in the eyes.