Facing these three surging sword qi, Qin Ziyang knew in his heart that such a powerful creature would not be able to absorb it at all.

Grabbing it back, a blood light flashed, grabbing the blood spirit that had been guarding Xiong Yu's body in his hand and pushing it forward.

"Boom!"

A slight voice sounded, and the blood spirit that Xiong Yu had managed to practice was directly torn to pieces by these three sword lights, turning into a blood mist in the sky.

But Qin Ziyang took advantage of this opportunity to grab Xiong Yu's shoulder and appeared on the other side of the square.

"Poof!"

At the moment when the Blood Spirit was destroyed, a mouthful of blood spurted out directly from Xiong Yu's mouth, and his face turned a lot paler.

This blood spirit is mainly made of her essence blood, mixed with the blood of other monks, and is connected to her heart. The Blood Spirit was destroyed, and she was not lightly injured.

"Brother Qin, what should I do......" Xiong Yu asked nervously, ignoring the blood at the corner of her mouth, and sacrificing her flying sword. She didn't question Qin Ziyang why she used her Blood Spirit to block the sword qi, but instead thought about him wholeheartedly.

"It's nothing, it's just three slightly nimble puppets. Even if he has the aura of Jindan, it is just a target!" After speaking, Qin Ziyang took a step forward, pointed ahead, and a pitch-black flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

This flying sword is the Zhusheng sword that Qin Ziyang has preliminarily cultivated!

At this moment, the Zhusheng Sword is still far from being fully completed, but it is just a sword fetus. The reason why Qin Ziyang sacrificed this sword fetus was completely to guess the secret of this sword cultivation inheritance.

In his previous life, he didn't know how Xu Shu obtained this sword cultivation inheritance, but it didn't prevent him from guessing based on it. These three sword souls, he had also learned from other monks in his previous life. When Xu Shu was crisscrossing the Northern Tomb Continent, he was often followed by a dark green sword soul behind him. Every time the sword soul struck, the power was close to the full force of the Jindan monk, which made Xu Shu get a great boost during the foundation building period.

And now, in front of Qin Ziyang's eyes, there were three sword souls with Jin Dan cultivation, which had to make him guess a little.

Perhaps, in his previous life, Xu Shu defeated one of the sword souls with Yuanyang swordsmanship, so that he could obtain the allegiance of the sword soul, and then obtain the sword cultivation inheritance.

In this case, if he can defeat all three sword souls, does it mean that he will receive the allegiance of these three sword souls?

These are just his guesses!

Soon, those three sword souls made a comeback, and three sword qi of different colors appeared from the sharp swords in their hands again, surging towards Qin Ziyang!

Qin Ziyang didn't talk nonsense, a drop of essence blood appeared in the palm of his hand, and he was directly imprinted on the Zhusheng Sword. A blood-colored silk thread suddenly appeared on the entire body of the Zhusheng Sword, surging from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and a faint blood light rose from the surface of the Xusheng Sword.

"Giant Sword Technique!"

Qin Ziyang secretly snorted, and the surface of the Zhusheng Sword suddenly shook, and a huge flying sword phantom that was three long and about one zhang wide suddenly rose from the Xusheng Sword, colliding fiercely with the three sword qi that rushed over!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Three huge roars sounded in a row, and these three sword qi collided with the huge sword shadow on the body of the Zhusheng Sword, and then disappeared, and the giant sword on the surface of the Xusheng Sword only flickered a few points, and then regained its calm.

However, what followed was three sword qi of different colors!

"It's just a puppet, no matter how sharp the sword qi is, it's useless!" Qin Ziyang shook his head slowly, another bit of the sword of life, and said secretly: "Instant Sword Technique!"

Suddenly, the giant sword phantom flashed wildly, and it disappeared in place. In the next second, the giant sword phantom directly appeared beside the dark green sword soul, smashing it in half from the middle, and the phantom disappeared!

With a "dang long", as the figure of the dark green sword soul disappeared, a sharp sword with a glowing dark green light appeared from the sky and fell towards the ground.

Qin Ziyang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly grabbed it ahead, only to see that this sharp sword with a glowing dark green light suddenly shot towards him, and he grabbed it in his hand.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

At the same time, the huge sword pillar that had been standing in the square suddenly shook violently, and the top of the large boulder sword pillar landed, as if something huge was about to erupt.

As the dark green sword soul figure disappeared, the other two blood-red and dark black sword soul figures were strangely still, and the entire figure slowly turned into starlight and scattered towards the surroundings.

"Where to run!"

Qin Ziyang shouted, he did not hesitate to spend his essence and blood to even sacrifice the Zhusheng Sword Fetus that had been completed for the sacrifice, the purpose was really these three sword souls, how could he let them perish?

In his previous life, no matter how powerful Xu Shu was, he was just a foundation building monk, and he was already blessed to be able to defeat one sword soul, so how could he covet the other two.

"Instant Swordsmanship!"

He secretly snorted, and the Xusheng Sword flashed another ripple, rushing towards the blood-red sword soul figure.

At the same time, Qin Ziyang turned around again, and where a little dark black sword soul was, a blood-red silk thread that was constantly distorting appeared strangely next to the pitch-black sword soul!

Almost at the same time, the figure of the blood-red sword soul was crushed by the Zhusheng Sword, and another sword with a blood-red light fell into Qin Ziyang's hand.

And the figure of the jet-black sword soul was also swallowed by the Blood Shadow Blessed Land, and it also became his trophy.

As the three sword soul figures dissipated at the same time, the huge sword-shaped stone pillar in the center of the square collapsed faster. Even the lower half of the stone pillar directly shattered, and a large amount of stone powder continued to pour around.

Qin Ziyang's figure flashed sharply, he withdrew the Zhusheng Sword, and at the same time, with a slap of the five yin bags, the blood poison flag surged out, forming a blood-red shield like a silkworm cocoon in front of him and Xiong Yu, protecting the two of them.

"Brother Qin, Brother Qin, you are so amazing!" Xiong Yu opened her cherry mouth wide and said in disbelief. The three sword souls with the aura of Jindan were all defeated by Qin Ziyang in less than a cup of tea, and this incident gave Xiong Yu a great shock.

Qin Ziyang was holding a long sword with its own light between his hands, and the sword body was constantly whispering, as if it was about to break through the air. He felt the breath of the two sharp swords in his hand, and casually stuffed the blood-red sword in his left hand into Xiong Yu's hand, and said, "This sword is stored here with you first!"

"Ah, thank you, Brother Qin!" Xiong Yu's eyes welled up with ecstasy, and she almost exclaimed, and grabbed the blood-red long sword handed over by Qin Ziyang, and kept stroking it, as if she was holding some peerless treasure in her hand.

Strange to say, after this blood-red sword was handed over to Xiong Yu by Qin Ziyang, the two swords stopped trembling and screaming almost at the same time, as if each person could only have one sword soul.

Soon, the roar outside finally stopped, the poisonous mist turned by the blood poison flag slowly dissipated, and the figures of Qin Ziyang and Xiong Yu reappeared.

I saw that the sword-shaped stone pillar that originally stood in the middle of the square had disappeared, and was replaced by an altar that looked like a refining. The surrounding area of the altar was not in the shape of lotus petals, but a sharp sword with uneven order, chaotic and full of murderous intent.

On top of the lotus sword-shaped altar, there are three things impressively placed!