"This prince inherits the mandate of heaven and is determined to reach the peak of martial arts, no matter how strong the sword is, it will be controlled by people after all, if the sword wants to control me, what if the jade is burned?"

Yang Yan's completely demonized demon pupils flashed with extreme madness, no matter how strong the magic sword is, it can only be used by him, if the sword wants to kill the master, only the jade will be burned!

Yang Yan raised the magic sword, but it was Ling Sen Han's sword tip aimed at his heart, and there was a terrifying demon intent in the demon pupil roaring wildly, at this moment he was more like a demon than a demon, more domineering than a demon, more crazy, and more lawless.

Poof!

Without a trace of hesitation, Yang Yan held the hilt of the magic sword with both hands and stabbed it fiercely, a touch of blood light floated through, and the sharp black sword tip pierced through his heart, stabbing out from the back of the heart, and the entire magic sword pierced into his body, without the hilt.

The golden blood that was hot like magma in the heart gushed out, pouring on the cold and domineering magic sword, the sound of "snorting" was endless, and the billowing demon smoke came out from the magic sword, with the horror of the magic sword, even the blood of the strong people in the Tianxuan Realm could not be contaminated with it in the slightest, just like killing Yuan Huan before, the blood was not stained, but now it was not only contaminated by the golden blood, but even the rolling demonic qi had to be purified.

Buzz!

The magic sword trembled slightly, Yang Yan could clearly feel its uneasiness, as if he was very afraid of the golden blood gushing out of his heart, it was struggling, trying to escape from his body, I am afraid it did not expect that the weak human who tried so hard to demonize it, but there was such a terrifying power hidden in his body, and the demon capital could be purified.

With the power of the magic sword, even if it was just a slight tremble, it was enough to tear his body thousands of times, but now it seemed to be just an ordinary sword, trembling made Yang Yan's heart ache, but it could not be cut, under his extremely resolute will, it could not even break free from Yang Yan's hands, let alone escape from his body.

The demonic intent in the Yang Yan Demon Pupil is even more crazy, the sword wants to kill the master, then the sword will be destroyed, even if the jade is burned, it will not hesitate!

His heart had already undergone earth-shaking changes, these golden blood were not ordinary blood, it didn't even belong to Yang Yan, it was the blood of the Dongfeng Imperial Family!

The strength of the bloodline of the Dongfeng Imperial Family is definitely far beyond the level of the Nine Dragons Continent, if there is anything that can restrain the magic sword, it is the only one, although he can't awaken the hidden bloodline in the Imperial Palace, but he has absorbed the blood pool containing the blood of the pure bloodline, these bloodline powers are sealed in his heart, although he can't mobilize this power, but he desperately stabbed the magic sword into the heart, under the fatal stimulation, there is a little possibility to stimulate this power.

Yang Yan gambled on this possibility, if he lost, he would die, if he won, he would also die, but he could break the net with the magic sword, and the jade would be burned.

No matter how firm his will is, no matter how tenacious his martial arts heart is, under the erosion of the pervasive demonic intent, he is still a mantis arm after all, his physical body has been mostly demonized, and the soul sea is constantly lost, and the last trace of clarity will not last long before he will be completely swallowed by the demonic qi, he would rather die than become a puppet of the sword.

So, Yang Yan can only choose to burn the jade, and the worst result is just a death, what is he afraid of?

But now, he seems to have won the bet, if the power of the bloodline of the Dongfeng Imperial Family can really restrain the magic sword, how can he let the magic sword go, and he is bound to fight for a sword to destroy people!

"Ahh

"Explosion!" "Soul Yang Yan knows that he can't fight the terrifying demonic energy, but he can self-detonate his soul, the magic sword can not only tempt people's hearts to make people fall, but also erode the human body with demonic intent, and must have given birth to a conscious existence like a sword soul, as long as he explodes his soul to erase this existence, even if he can't destroy the magic sword itself, it can also make it lose its spirituality and become a dead thing, and it is no longer a magic sword that is only me.

Self-detonation of the soul is not something that anyone can do, only the martial artist of the god cultivation system can freely control the soul, understand the structure of the soul, and master the special method can do it, and Yang Yan not only came into contact with the god cultivation system, but also comprehended the prototype of the war soul, and knew the structure of the soul well.

After the self-detonation of the soul, it can burst out with far more than ten times the terrifying power, which is the most powerful and gorgeous move that a person can only perform once in his life, and once it is cast, it is the destruction of the god form, and the soul will be completely annihilated and disappear from the world, even if there is really a reincarnation in the world, it has nothing to do with him.

Even if a person falls, as long as there is still a trace of the soul, there is still a chance to reincarnate, but if there is not even a trace of the soul left, it will completely disappear, even if they know the art of self-detonation of the soul, how many people dare to use it?

Yang Yan was well aware of the consequences of blowing up his soul, but he still did it, which showed the firmness of his determination and the madness of his actions, which made the invincible Demon Sword feel a trace of fear, and the demonic energy began to retreat from his soul sea.

The magic sword has been sealed for countless years, it is too weak, forcibly breaking the seal, it is also the end of the strong crossbow, one blow, then declining, three and exhausted, and then it was re-added to the layers of seals, although it has not been completely sealed and escaped, it is also getting weaker and weaker, it needs a container to conceive itself, this container is naturally the higher the talent, the stronger the potential, the better, so it chose Yang Yan.

It can't fly far, and the only thing it can choose is Yang Yan, which is the most suitable for being a shelter container, and Yuan Huan, who is cultivating in the Tianxuan Realm, can't get into its eyes, and can only become a tool for attacking Yang Yan, but it didn't expect that this weak human being is so strong that it wants to break the net with it.

With Yang Yan's cultivation, the soul is not strong enough to threaten it, even if the soul explodes, it is impossible to wipe out its demon soul, but it will cause a lot of trauma, and it will also lose an excellent container, which is more than worth the loss.

Moreover, its body was constantly being purified by the strange golden blood, and it was already planning to give up the demonic Yang Yan for the time being, lest the Yang Yan really jade be burned.

It's just that Yang Yan didn't know what it thought at all, even though the demonic energy began to withdraw from the soul sea, the self-explosion of the soul Yang Yan still did not stop, and it had reached the zero boundary point of the detonation, and his soul bloomed with an incomparably bright blue brilliance, which would be his last grace.

At the last moment, a series of figures appeared in his mind, and finally fixed in the picture of a pair of young men and women dyed with blood, green shirts and white clothes stained with blood, although they couldn't see their appearances clearly, but they seemed to be a pair of fairy couples who were about to go to Huangquan together, and the moment they jumped off the cliff without hesitation, constituted a beautiful eternity.

"Master, take care of ......" For some reason, in the end, what stayed in his soul memory was the master who had known each other for less than two years, and had gathered less and separated more, and the total time spent together was no more than half a year.

Master respects her...... should still be waiting for his triumph in the Taihe Palace, but he is about to miss the appointment, because it is impossible for him to go back......

"Boom!"

Yang Yan resolutely blew up his soul, and at that moment, a terrifying soul storm was set off in the soul sea, and everywhere he passed, all the demonic qi was annihilated, and the demonic intent roared angrily, but he had to completely withdraw from the soul sea space.

And his consciousness sank forever in the darkness at this moment, and there was no day to wake up......

......

Outside the Valley of the Absolute Soul, the Tianyang soldiers silently collected the remains of the robe, the falcon returned, not one person, not two people, but one person and a sword, the person is a falcon, but the sword is not the falcon's sword, he has no sword, and he does not use a sword.

This sword, exuding a faint golden light, is a high-grade treasure weapon on the human level, only one person in the Northern Expedition army can wear this sword, and that person has not been served......

The falcon walked forward with the flaming sword in both hands expressionlessly, step by step, extremely slowly, but extremely focused, as if he could not see anyone, nor could he see this mountain of corpses and blood, and just walked in front of them as if no one was around, although he did not say a word.

But from the moment he saw the Huoyan Sword, every Tianyang soldier understood, for a while, there was silence between heaven and earth, and even all the movements in his hands stopped, watching the falcon holding the sword and gradually moving away, the dignified man and the eldest man, bleeding and not afraid of pain, at this moment his eyes were gradually filled with tears.

"Your Highness!!" Zhang Dali watched the falcon hold the sword and go away expressionlessly, the belief he had always held on collapsed, and finally he couldn't help but let out a sad cry anymore, and fell to his knees with a "poof".

Lin Zixiao and the others also closed their eyes and knelt down without saying a word, two lines of turbid tears slipped down their faces, and the sunlight reflected on them, like crystal pearls.

"Your Highness the Seven!" The strings that had been tense in the hearts of tens of thousands of Tianyang soldiers broke, and they all knelt on the ground, crying loudly, crying silently.

"Chihiro, what's wrong with you?" the charm fairy hugged Chihiro, who suddenly vomited blood and collapsed, and shouted urgently, and everyone hurriedly gathered around, looking at her pale face without a trace of blood, like a withered flower.

"It's okay, it's just that the blow is too big and I fainted, and I'll be fine after a few days of recuperation. Bai Yu carefully inspected it and said lightly, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm afraid she'll wake up and ...... Alas!" The charm fairy sighed, they didn't dare to accept such a cruel truth, let alone Chihiro, who had special feelings for His Highness?

"Your Highness, it's really ......" Mo Ying's voice was slightly hoarse, it was the Seventh Highness who gave himself and Brother Yu a new life, and they didn't have time to fight the world with him, but the Seventh Highness ......

Everyone lowered their heads and whispered, Lord Falcon personally went to chase after him, but only brought back His Highness's sword, and if he didn't want to believe it, what could he do?

The falcon ignored the crying soldiers behind him, walked forward alone with his sword, and finally returned to Changzhou City, but his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

Before today, His Royal Highness the Seventh was still sitting on the top of the city tower in high spirits, commanding all the soldiers to repel the enemy again and again and turn the tide of the battle in the face of danger.

The soldiers in Changzhou City are still looking forward to the triumph of the Seventh Highness, if they see that the return is just a sword, what kind of grief will they have?

ps: The second volume is over, and the plot of the third volume is about to begin, so stay tuned!