"Huh?" The dragon soul opened its eyes and looked around blankly.

"This is?" the dragon soul got up from the ground, looking at the chaos around him suspiciously.

"That's right! Xuangu Nine Swords!" the dragon soul clapped his hands, and hurriedly recalled the sword movement method used by the phantom before he fell unconscious.

The strange thing is that the vague way he remembered before he fell into a coma was extremely clear, even the slight tremor of his arm when the phantom swung the sword could be recalled in his mind!

"Then let me try it!" the dragon soul rubbed his hands excitedly.

Looking at the iron sword thrown down by the phantom, the dragon soul wanted to lift it up, but when he pulled it gently, he found that he almost fell!

This is a sword? The dragon soul suddenly had such doubts.

I can't pick it up myself!

The dragon soul increased its strength, but the sword still lay motionless on the ground, completely unresponsive. The intensity is getting stronger and stronger, and in the end, the dragon soul has already used its strength to eat milk and still can't lift it!

As soon as he was ruthless, the dragon soul poured the yuan force into his two arms, and it was strange that he could still invoke the yuan force in the state of the original god! But the dragon soul didn't bother to think about this, and now he just wanted to raise the sword wholeheartedly!

After wasting the power of the nine cows and two tigers, the dragon soul barely lifted the sword to that point!

The contrast between the weight and appearance of this seemingly lightweight sword is too great!

Pick it up as if you're holding dozens of tons of iron!

The two arms were bruised, and the dragon soul raised the sword to his chest, and swung the first sword with the memory of the phantom swinging the sword in his memory.

Standing the sword horizontally in front of his chest, he gritted his teeth and turned around hard, and as soon as his center of gravity was lost, the dragon soul fell to the ground, and the sword that was so heavy that it was almost invincible pressed on his chest!

The dragon soul was suddenly out of breath, but those who exceeded the Qiankun level could breathe restrainedly, so he didn't have to worry about whether he would die of lack of oxygen!

It's just that it's not a way to be pressed all the time, and it's inevitable that it will be uncomfortable!

"Damn!" the dragon soul pulled away the void sword with all his might, and his face turned purple before he moved so much!

"Damn, what if...... Be...... Can I lift this ...... This sword for three minutes, I ...... My arm strength is ...... It must have soared!" The dragon soul finished this sentence intermittently, his eyes suddenly jumped, his arms were forced, his legs flicked, and he successfully drilled out from under the void sword!

"Damn, do you want people to die?" muttered, the dragon soul wiped his forehead, only to find that there was no sweat, and smiled self-deprecatingly, this is the original god, how can there be sweat!

The dragon soul squatted down, grasped the hilt of the sword, took a few deep breaths, and slammed his arms hard, and the void sword was raised by him.

The dragon soul started the practice of the first sword again, turned around, this time he had experience, controlled the center of gravity, and when the sword was about to be unbalanced, the arm was violently strengthened, and the sword was taken off and stabbed forward!

The old strength of the arm is gone, the heart is not born, it is the time of loss of strength, the dragon soul put down the sword in time!

A miracle happened, such a heavy sword smashed on the ground without making a sound!

"Damn! no, right?" the dragon soul stomped on the ground hard, really, not cotton?

His own logic about matter was shattered to the ground.

"Alright, keep it up!" the dragon soul encouraged himself and raised his sword again.

He found that every time he raised his sword and swung it, the sword became lighter, no! It was not that the sword became lighter, but that his strength increased!

The dragon soul was full of joy, swung the sword around, stabbed forward, borrowed the power of the fall to turn over, and then barbed a sword, and to the limit, the dragon soul threw down the sword with interest!

The sword fell to the ground, still quietly.

After a few breaths, the dragon soul continued to come again, tirelessly again and again, the force was broken, put it down, the sword fell, pick it up, and the trick was broken, and start again!

One sword after another, the virtual sword was danced by the dragon soul, and the afterimages of the two swords gradually emerged!

"Whew!" The old force went again, the new force was not born, and the dragon soul did not hesitate to let go of the hilt of the sword.

"To be able to dance such a heavy sword into two afterimages, one true and one false, is already amazing!" The dragon soul spread out on the dark ground, panting heavily.

Why did everything find itself?

The dragon soul had a whim.

First of all, the mysterious stone, he lost his cultivation, and he was a man in black, his talent recovered, and then he met Nangong Xue, and happened to catch up with the day when the snow lotus was in full bloom, went to the ghost mansion, ate the snow lotus to become the original god, and returned to the Liu clan to take revenge, the main hall suddenly collapsed, and then went to find Nangong Xue, and then climbed the Sky Wolf Peak for Nangong Xue, met the silver thunder and the silver moon wolf king, broke the thunder seal and unlocked it, and learned to suck blood* , because of the memory record on the thunderbolt, I want to come to Paz Academy, and I meet Tuoba Qianxiao, Lin Xuannan, who has a mysterious identity, Mo Yifei, a refiner, and this inexplicable challenge!

This is a journey from the weak to the strong, and it is also a good memory, but why do so many things revolve around him?

This seemingly ordinary growth experience is extraordinary!

Get the god stone, the man in black, the snow lotus, go to the ghost mansion, step on the main hall, see the divine doctor, meet the silver thunder, break the thunder, and be challenged!

These countless coincidences seem to have an invisible big hand controlling all this!

Why did the main hall collapse? Why couldn't the ghost lord die himself? Who was the mysterious voice that taught him to suck blood*? Why did Tuoba Qianxiao's father investigate himself? Why did the high-ranking person who saved Ye Yilong show that respectful look to his younger brother Long Xin? What hatred does this Xuanyuan Jianyu have with himself to challenge him?

These questions swirled in the dragon soul's head, when will these mysteries be solved by themselves? Sometimes the dragon soul doesn't know what he should do, he has successfully done one thing, and another confusing thing has appeared, and he has to talk again! Vaguely, all this is like being arranged and letting himself do it, he is like a personal puppet!

Suddenly, the dragon soul turned over, and he was also taken aback by his own bold guess!

Shaking his head, throwing out these distracting thoughts that he couldn't think of an answer to, the dragon soul began to raise his sword and wave it again!

Sword after sword, turning the depression suppressed by the troubles into motivation, the dragon soul danced the sword more and more energetically, never felt tired, the two sword shadows were danced by the dragon soul as if they were alive, gradually, the third sword shadow vaguely appeared!

"A sword seals the throat!" the dragon soul shouted, and three sword shadows slashed into the air in front of him, but only one of them burst out with a slight sound!

"It seems that the attack strength is too weak!" The dragon soul patted his head and stared at the sword on the ground, and the dragon soul grasped the hilt of the sword again and began to swing it!

......

"How's that?" "Dragon Soul" asked.

"One word, cool, when we meet again next time, it will be the time for us to fight at the top again!" "Xuanyuan Sword Rain" also roared. "Let's go, bye!" "Xuanyuan Sword Rain" waved his hand politely, and a white mist rose out of it and floated into the sky!

The body of Xuanyuan Sword Rain, who lost control, immediately fell into the air, and the "Dragon Soul" hurriedly grabbed it.

Although Xuanyuan Jianyu is dead, it is not good to let him fall and fall to pieces.

Slowly landed, put Xuanyuan Sword Rain flat on the ground, and the middle-aged man turned around and left. As for this mess, leave it to the dragon soul to clean it up by itself.

"Dragon Soul!" The dragon soul in the chaotic space suddenly heard a shout.

"You finally know how to give me your body back!" roared the dragon spirit, looking up to the sky.

"Then do you want to control it back!" a voice came from the hollow sky!

The dragon soul threw down the heavy sword, anyway, it will be the same next time you practice, and now it is important to regain the control of the body! Close your eyes, the dragon soul spirit gradually faded away, and when you open your eyes again, the scene returns to that ruin.

Turning around, he found Xuanyuan Jianyu lying on the ground, the dragon soul was surprised, stepped forward, and found that Xuanyuan Jianyu still had a faint trace of anger, and hurriedly carried Xuanyuan Jianyu on his back and walked to the infirmary of Path Academy.

Although this guy wants to kill himself, it is not good to let him go alone and let him lose his breath and then expose his body to the streets! Although the dragon soul is ruthless, the heart is not made of pure iron!