The Xuanyang Sword kept struggling violently, trying to break free from Li Gouchun's grasp.

However, after all, the Xuanyang Sword was only a ground-level spiritual weapon, and its autonomous consciousness was not strong enough. No matter how hard it struggles, it won't help.

Li Gouchun rushed forward very quickly, and as soon as Zhang Han got up from the ground with difficulty, Li Gouchun rushed in front of him with the Xuanyang Sword in his hand.

"Boy, let me die. The Xuanyang sword was lifted up by Li Gouchun, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zhang Han's eyebrows.

Looking at the ever-enlarging tip of the sword in front of him, the corners of Zhang Han's mouth suddenly raised a smile. This smile is so breezy and light, as if the spring breeze in March is blowing on his face, and the feeling of comfort is so relaxed and comfortable......

The breath of death fills my heart, and this feeling of imminent death is felt again, and if there is regret and reluctance in my heart, it is natural. Zhang Han still has a lot of things to do in his heart, and there are many people or things that he can't let go.

He wanted to return to the Deserted Sword Gate, to the dry peak where he had lived since he was a child, and to listen to his master's teachings quietly on the edge of the cliff.

He wanted to return to the Deserted Sword Gate, and on the bluestone square of the dry peak, the master personally instructed him in combat skills, and then he was beaten up by the master.

He wanted to return to the Deserted Sword Gate, learn from each other, frolic with each other, cause trouble together, and play tricks on his fellow brothers together.

He wants to explore the mystery of his life experience, find his biological parents, and enjoy the feeling of being loved and cared for by his parents.

He wants to tell Yun'er that he likes her, and he wants to travel all over the country with her. He also wants to marry her, have children, have a beautiful and lovely daughter like her, and have a smart but naughty boy, just like he did when he was a child.

......

"It's a good fate to die under your own sword. Zhang Han immersed himself in the good memories of the past, and slowly closed his eyes, ready to accept the verdict of fate.

However, the imaginary tingling sensation did not come, only a clear and sorrowful sound was heard from the Xuanyang Sword, followed by the sound of the sword body breaking.

Zhang Han slowly opened his eyes, only to see that the hilt of the Xuanyang Sword was held in Li Gouchun's hand, and there was a smooth fracture at the junction between the hilt and the sword body.

Lowering his head and looking at the sword body that fell to the ground, Zhang Han's eyes were full of sadness. With a sigh, he bent down and picked up the sword body of the Xuanyang Sword.

"Why are you bothered, I'm just a dying person, why should I destroy my sword for me. Zhang Han stroked the sword body of the Xuanyang Sword, and his words were full of sadness.

Feeling Zhang Han's emotion, the Xuanyang Sword made a buzzing sound, and a strong sense of reluctance emanated. Immediately after, a white ball of light floated out from the hilt of the sword and the body of the sword, and the two white lights converged in front of Zhang Han.

Suddenly, an unyielding sword intent gushed out from the white light cluster, and Li Gouchun's body was directly repelled by this sword intent to ten zhang away, unable to take half a step.

Immediately after, the white light floated towards Zhang Han's chest and blended into it. Suddenly, Zhang Han's body was enveloped in white light, and an unyielding sword intent lingered in his heart.

"I want to fight until the last moment with the owner. A clear voice sounded in Zhang Han's heart.

Touched by this voice, Zhang Han's nose couldn't help but be sour, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Okay, let's fight together until the last moment. "Heroic spirit arises spontaneously, at this moment, there is no fear.

I saw that Zhang Han's body was filled with an unyielding sword intent, his sharp aura came out of his body, and his eyes were full of determination.

The right hand is extended to the chest, the palm is inward, and the palm is in the shape of a sword. Immediately after, a long sword condensed from pure sword intent appeared in his hand. The sword is about five feet long, an inch and a half wide, and the whole body is bright silver.

"The name of this sword is 'Xuanyang'. The words fell, and Zhang Han disappeared in place and rushed towards Li Gouchun.

Looking at Zhang Han who was constantly approaching him in front of him, Li Gouchun vaguely had a trace of illusion, as if Zhang Han had turned into a sharp sword at this moment.

The corners of Li Gouchun's mouth raised a smile of excitement, and said, "It's a little interesting, let me see how strong the light of the ground-level sword can be when it sacrifices itself." ”

Zhang Han was now in a special state, and the unyielding sword intent of the Xuanyang Sword had been integrated into his body and became a part of his body. At this moment, he is Xuanyang, and Xuanyang is also him.

Soon, Zhang Han came to Li Gouchun, pointed his sword forward, and stabbed Li Gouchun's throat very trickily.

Li Gouchun's reaction was also very fast, and he quickly turned to one side and dodged the sword. Zhang Han deftly turned the thorn into a sweep and continued to sweep towards Li Gouchun's neck. Li Gouchun stretched out his right hand and tried to grab the sword.

However, when Li Gouchun was about to grab the sword body, the sword body suddenly turned into a state of nothingness, turned into sword intent again, and bypassed Li Gouchun's palm. Then, it was re-condensed into a bright silver sword.

The sword light flashed, and a blood mark appeared on Li Gouchun's neck, and blood dripped down the blood mark.

Compared with other parts, it is obvious that the skin on the neck is more fragile, so Zhang Han chose to attack Li Gouchun's neck.

Facts have proved that his choice is correct, even if Li Gouchun is in the state of 'Dayan Golden Body' at this time, his physical strength has been greatly improved. However, the toughness of the neck is still relatively fragile compared to other parts.

However, even if the neck is relatively fragile, Zhang Han's sword just now only cut through the skin.

Li Gouchun roared angrily, clenched his palms into fists, and ran towards Zhang Han's chest, and Zhang Han held his sword across his chest.

Suddenly, Li Gouchun's fist struck the sword fiercely. The bright silver sword body only lasted for a moment, and then it was scattered by the huge force on the fist, and then turned into a sword intent without a physical form.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Han's chest firmly withstood Li Gouchun's powerful punch. The muffled sound of a fist hitting his chest echoed in Zhang Han's heart, and his body was thrown away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out violently.

Although, at this moment, Zhang Han's attack methods were more powerful than before under the increase of Xuanyang Sword's unyielding sword intent, but the overall strength was still very different from Li Gouchun.

What's more, after fighting for so long, the power of Shura in his body and the rest of his body have long been gone. Li Gouchun's strength is too strong, and with Zhang Han's current cultivation, he can't resist it at all.

Moreover, monks with metallic spiritual power have strong perception ability. Li Gouchun can always accurately predict Zhang Han's actions, unless Zhang Han's speed is so fast that he doesn't have time to react. Otherwise, it would be almost impossible for the current Zhang Han to defeat Li Gouchun.

Stretching out his right hand and touching the blood mark on his neck, Li Gouchun showed a cruel smile and said, "A little capable, it can actually cut through my skin, but that's the end of it." ”

After that, Li Gouchun's right hand was also stretched out to his chest like Zhang Han had done before, with his palm facing inward, and his palm was in the shape of a sword. Then, he saw a strong metallic spiritual power fluctuating in his hand, gradually condensing into a sharp sword with a golden color all over his body.

Looking at the golden sword in his hand, Li Gou Chun smiled fiercely: "The sword, sure enough, you still need your own to use it." ”