Cut through the body of the previous life with one sword, and turn the sky into a demon tribulation with one hand.

Yang Gang finally defeated himself.

Take the past life with this life, and continue the legend of the sword demon in the present life.

The "Sword Demon" and the Blood Drinking Demon Knife in his hand turned into wisps of blue light and dissipated. The name of the sword demon Yang Ling is relocated to the second step of the Qingyun Road.

A blue light appeared, and it was automatically thrown into Yang Gang's hands.

Turned into a wisp of innate blue clouds.

However.

Everyone's eyes looked at him, but they were all worried.

At this time, Yang Gang's breath was simply weakened to the extreme, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Jiang Jiang suddenly stopped, standing in front of the Qingyun Road and did not dare to step forward, for fear that the strong wind brought up by his approach would blow Yang Gang's crumbling figure down.

And at this time.

It seems that Yang Gang, who has come to the last moment of his life, is laughing.

He smiled unusually brightly.

"This ...... Is he crazy?"

"How do I think he's really happy?"

"Ugh...... Seeing that a mythical celestial pride had to fall on the Qingyun Road in order to overcome his past life, I felt very pity!"

"It's a pity, it's heart-wrenching!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I just want to know now, who was his past life? Why is it so powerful...... What kind of knife is that blood-colored long knife?"

Everyone talked about it, and they sighed in their hearts.

Anyone present could see that Yang Gang at this time had only his last breath left.

A gust of wind blows, and he may be about to fall.

Only the people of the Yang Mansion ......

"Everyone, do you think that the light of this knife is very similar to the light that suddenly appeared in the world on the night when the Jiang family's little evil god crossed the catastrophe!"

"Huh~~ It seems to be! That night, it was it that took the initiative to shatter the sword light of the Supreme Heavenly Sword's revenge."

"In this way, the deep hatred between the Northland Spear Demon and the Heavenly Sword...... Is it all because of this "sword demon"? Their past lives...... Isn't it all related?"

"No wonder, no wonder! Do you remember that the Dao Elder said before that the Jiang family's little evil god was able to survive the obstacle of knowledge in the third most perfect way, all because of that gun......

"And that one."

"That person is Yang Gang, so...... In his previous life, it must also have a great relationship with the Northland Spear Demon and the Heavenly Sword Song!"

"This is a mythical genius hidden in the history of a thousand years ago!"

A little bit of guesswork, analysis.

Everyone only felt that they were getting closer and closer to the truth, and they felt more and more regretful in their hearts.

"I.... I know...... I know who he is!"

On Qingyun Mountain, the Duke of Ningguo's Mansion, a hand trembled and was raised.

The fourth son of Ning, who looked like a scholar, was holding a tattered ancient book.

Turning one of the pages, he read: [In the third year of the establishment of the Sifang City, the Quartet killed and looted. My father-in-law was a child in the city at the time. 】

[He saw with his own eyes that young man with a golden sword, who resisted the Northern Cold Robbery Monument, and protected one person with a knife. On the square city, he slashed the sky four times, and the knife shattered. 】

[Since then, the rivers and lakes of the Northland have been full of legends of sword demons. 】

[However, thirty years have passed, and there is no legend of the sword demon in the rivers and lakes. The father-in-law searched for thirty years, and finally fell on the way to pursue the sword demon. I grew up listening to the story of the Sword Demon, and I also embarked on the road to find the Sword Demon......]

Ning Sigongzi shook his fingers and continued to open the incomplete ancient books.

This time, many pages have been turned.

His fingers ran over the mottled lines of time, and he read:

[In the thirty-third year of Sifang City, Master took me to this place again. 】

[Master often says: Yan stunt, invite the heavenly sword, the heart of the knife is like a dream, and the gods and demons cry blood. I didn't understand, don't say I didn't understand, and my wife didn't understand until later, ......]

[The Gate of the Nine Shadows invades the Northland, and the calamity is coming. 】

[A sword burns the sky,

A knife of mountains and seas, a knife of the original god, a knife of forgetfulness, a knife ...... Dragon elephant. 】

[In order to save me, in order to avenge the master, the master resisted the gate of the Nine Shadows, sealed the demon tribulation in his body, burned everything, and turned the demon tribulation into a dragon with a sword, and slashed the heavenly sword. 】

[It's all over, it's all over......]

[The Heavenly Sword is dead, and the master is also dead...... It's all my fault, it's all my fault...... Master, I'm sorry for you with no regrets! 】

[But why, the Supreme Heavenly Sword resurrected Song Youxian again......]

The sound stopped abruptly.

Ning Sigongzi turned the back page.

The ancient books are completely tattered, and the handwriting is not clear.

But just this few words have already shocked the world enough.

Blade Demon ...... Such a person!

In his life, he was the enemy of the Heavenly Sword Song Youqiao, and he was like a flash in the pan in his life, and he shot twice and defeated all the enemies in the world.

This ambition, this backbone......

It's no wonder that the only time the Northland Gun Demon made a move was to destroy the Titan Clan.

The love of his life, he died in the hands of the heavenly sword for himself.

Can she not go berserk?

Unfortunately, history only records the final result.

The giant god clan who was destroyed by the Gun Demon in the Northland left a legend. And the name of the sword demon is hidden in the long river of history for thousands of years. Perhaps, now only in the remote northland, there are still a legend or two about him.

looked at Yang Gang one after another, revealing infinite regret.

Last time, he was so determined. I can't imagine that this life is like this......

Why bother?

Maybe.

Only such a person and such a character can defeat the Heavenly Sword again and again and achieve that unprecedented achievement!

"He~hehe~~~"

At this time, Yang Gang was still laughing.

Laughing heartily and smiling very ...... Proud.

Jiang Jiang's frightened and helpless expression changed, and a hint of joy suddenly bloomed in his eyes.

I saw that the breath on Yang Gang's body suddenly began to rise in the moment when it was weakened to the extreme.

It is like the dead wood in spring, from decline to prosperity.

The golden body of the Hundred Tribulation Demon God, which was weakened to the extreme, suddenly emerged from the depths of the dried flesh and blood.

The new power has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, with a charm of breaking and standing up, thriving, and like the firm and resolute belief that he threw into the blood drinking demon knife before.

This strange force seems to have been endowed with a will, giving birth to a "spirituality".

In the blink of an eye.

Yang Gang's breath rebounded little by little, returned to the peak, and even went further.

All the immortals in the sky were surprised.

At this time, Yang Gang, who was still in the Zhengang realm, gave them the feeling of ...... Although there is a gap compared to the fairyland, it is not far away.

His use of power has broken to another level and embarked on a strange path.

It is completely meaningless to measure him by the realm of Zhengang and Yuanshen.

"It's comfortable!"

Yang Gang stretched out his arms, as if bathed in the pool of maternal qi of all things.

As early as when he slashed out that peerless sword, he knew that he had succeeded.

This battle.

He surpassed himself.

Only by surpassing himself in his previous life can he sublimate in this life and continue to climb over the peaks.

On the road to the clouds.

The third cloud staircase suddenly bloomed and cast a name.

Transformed into an elegant figure in mid-air.

The person who came was dressed in a green robe and carried a long sword.

Holding a wine jug in his left hand, he raised his head and took a sip of it comfortably.

"Good wine!"

"It's really good wine!"

"A pot of wine among the flowers, the shadow becomes three people."

"This Daoist friend, with an opponent like you, I'm not alone!"

When everyone listened to this voice, they suddenly felt a sense of loneliness in their hearts.

Suddenly stunned, he looked at the blue-robed sword immortal with an extraordinary temperament.

This mythical Tianjiao who came down the Qingyun Ladder actually has his own spiritual intelligence?

Who is he?

Doubts just rose in my heart.

I saw a line of names that had passed through the past and the present appearing behind the blue-robed man-Qingyun Sword Immortal, Li Chunyun.

"It's him!"

An exclamation rang out in the crowd.

One after the other, and then one after another.

Three thousand seven hundred years ago.

Qingyun Sword Immortal Li Chunyun used the body of a slave to be higher than the heart of Tiangong, one person and one sword, killing through Qingyun and fighting, and finally alarmed the Qingyun Road Traces.

His legend has been passed down for thousands of years in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.

This Qingyun Sword Immortal Li Chunyun, like Yang Gang, is a mythical Tianjiao with Qingyun ambitions.

A young man who has left countless myths and legends in the world.

Now, he has already stepped into the fairyland, and he has wandered the world casually all his life.

Accompanied by poetry and wine, dance with the morning dew.

This is a ...... What a mythical genius who lives in the world!

No wonder.

No wonder he has a spiritual mind.

As soon as the Qingyun step moved, its body under the Qingyun Sword, which was hundreds of millions of miles away, was probably already sensing it, and a wisp of divine thought was thrown from afar.

So......

"Yang Gang's last battle, is he going to fight against the mythical Tianjiao who stepped into the fairy realm three thousand years ago?" Someone said it hard.

"If so...... This road to the clouds is too difficult, isn't it?"

"Everyone, I just want to know, what kind of realm was the Qingyun Sword Immortal when he broke through the Qingyun Road back then?"

"Like...... Is it also the True Gang Realm?"

"That's good, that's good."

"What's good, do you think the realm is an unbridgeable gap in the eyes of people like them?"

"Uh......"

There is only one level left on the road to Qingyun.

If Yang Gang can defeat Qingyun Sword Immortal Li Chunyun, he will be able to leave his name in history and become a mythical Tianjiao that future generations look up to.

At this moment.

The mentality of almost everyone present has changed, and they all hope that he can win, hoping to witness such a new mythical genius, rising to the top, and composing a myth and legend.

But......

"Qingyun Sword Immortal?" Yang Gang silently raised his knife.

The Blood Drinking Demon Knife trembled with excitement, and the battle intent surged.

What about Qingyun Sword Immortal?

I have come here, I have overcome my past self, this world.... There is nothing left to hold them back!

With Yang Gang raising his knife.

Qingyun Sword Immortal Li Chunyun on the opposite side also moved.

He pointed at Yang Gang with a wine jug in one hand and a sword finger with the other.

The posture of the clouds and the wind is light, and there is no trace of waves.

Everyone's faces changed, this road to Qingyun actually didn't give Yang Gang a chance to breathe.

He's not fully recovered!

A light finger in the face of this cloud.

Yang Gang's expression suddenly became solemn.

Open your mouth and directly swallow two innate green qi, the qi and blood are carried, and the true gang is like a surging river gushing out, and the exhausted power suddenly begins to replenish.

However, those two innate Qingyun Qi were not completely digested, and they were still circulating in his body, exuding inexplicable Dao rhymes.

Facing the sword of Qingyun Sword Immortal.

Yang Gang slashed out with a knife, domineering.

This knife, he also did not use any knife techniques, let alone any routines.

Only with a long knife against a sharp sword, everything is back to basics, to experience Li Chunyun's cloudy and light fairy swordsmanship.