"Excalibur, isn't it?"

Tang Beiyi directly held the blade of the sword with his hand, even if it was sharp enough to directly chop up the True Qi Protective Body, it didn't have any effect on Tang Beiyi.

The things that exist in this world don't seem to hurt him anymore.

"The sword is sharp, sharpening iron like clay, a good broken steel sword, it's not such a weapon, and it can't hurt me now!" Tang Beiyi praised: "The thing has its owner, but it is not timely, it's a pity!"

He directly pulled out the Broken Steel Sword alive, and forced the flying fire that was stagnant in mid-air to retreat.

Although this action may have passed less than a breath in real time, in the eyes of the two, it has been an extremely long process.

"Now, let's die!" Tang Beiyi's breath of poverty quickly emanated from his hand, and those viper-like breaths directly swallowed the sword body of the Broken Steel Sword.

Feihuo heard the sound of steel shattering, it was made of the best meteorite iron, and reinforced with magical jade, it could already be regarded as the toughest blade in the world, but in Tang Beiyi's hands, it seemed to be extremely fragile and vulnerable.

Before he could react, he hurriedly withdrew the Broken Steel Sword, but when it came to his hand, only half of it was withdrawn, and the other half had been swallowed by Tang Beiyi's Breath of Poverty.

Spitfire didn't expect his earth-shattering move to fail so easily, he was no longer facing a mountain, but something outside the whole world.

Like the dome of night, he could only use the light of the waning moon to reflect the earth, but he could not change the fact of the night.

He hurriedly turned around, using the remaining half of the sword in front of him, condensing his true qi to form a barrier.

This battle is not over, and it cannot end here, otherwise all that awaits him is a death of great remorse.

"I can't die here!" Spitfire fought off the scattered breath of Wonder with all his might, claws shattering his barrier layer by layer.

The martial arts of the human world have no effect on this kind of existence beyond common sense, and can only be delayed.

Spitfire was once again cornered, he had almost maximized his potential, but he was still not Tang Beiyi's opponent.

Maybe one day he will be able to face a monster like Qiqi, but at this time he can't even resist one-tenth of Qiqi's strength.

He gathered his qi into a blade and swung out a fierce sword qi, using Haoran's righteous qi to reduce the breath of Qiqi that was attacking him a little.

Although these ubiquitous Poor Breaths were amazingly powerful, the speed could not catch up with the Spitfire, and he still had a chance to breathe.

He had retreated to Xiao Wu's side, and Xiao Wu still maintained the smile before he died.

However, Spitfire has been cornered at this point.

"It's a pity that that little girl's anger was protected by you, and I couldn't use it for me!" Tang Beiyi walked forward, and a phantom-like aura continued to gather on him behind him.

Those are the vitality of those who have died, and with these, he can transform into the power of the breath of poverty.

The more you kill, the more power you have, and the more you kill, the more you can kill.

Infinite loop.

"I won't let you touch Xiao Wu in the slightest!" Spitfire didn't dare to look at Xiao Wu, he couldn't be distracted at this time.

If a person is forced into a desperate situation, then the spirit will be more concentrated.

"The Chaosheng Phantom Killing Array is not without effect!" Feihuo knew the reason for his failure, not because this move was not powerful enough, but because the weapon in his hand had not yet reached the point of being stronger.

The mortal body does have a limit, so it is necessary to increase the strength of the divine soldier.

This is also the reason why so many peerless masters also want to build a divine weapon all their lives.

Even in Kyushu, there are weapons left behind by the primeval gods.

Spitfire took a deep breath, his true qi had not yet been exhausted, and his blood had not yet burned to the last drop of blood.

However, with the only half of the Broken Steel Sword left in his hand, he couldn't do the same thing just now.

"Forgetting life and forgetting death can't achieve victory, only survival can!" Feihuo remembered Wei Yan's words, although the truth of martial arts in the world at that time, it was also common at this time.

"However, now, it's very difficult to ask for a job," Feihuo raised the Broken Steel Sword, and swung a few more sword qi to cut off the breath of Qiqi that came up by surprise.

The faster he slashed, the more Poor Breath grew.

"As long as you are touched by this Poor Breath, you will be devoured, the more you resist, the more Poor Breath will be!" Tang Bei said with no regrets: "If you tie your hands to death, maybe you can suffer less, and be killed by me, and then be reborn, isn't it the right choice?"

"No, that's just your idea, not mine!" Spitfire looked at the menacing breath of Qiqi coming from everywhere, but he couldn't dodge, he couldn't let Xiao Wu's body suffer any damage.

Maybe this is his weakness, he is not fighting for the people of the world, nor for the so-called righteousness, just because the cycle of death will not continue.

For this, he had to win.

As soon as Tang Beiyi stretched out his hand, the countless spiritual energy in his hand condensed into a black giant sword, and there seemed to be countless resentful spirits wailing on the giant sword, and the scream of soul annihilation soaked the mind of Feihuo.

"What are you doing!" Spitfire roared as he looked at the black blade condensed by the resentful spirit, "Are you devouring those souls!"

"It's not devouring, but burning, I use my soul as a guide to let you see the power of the real 'divine soldier', compared to this, the weapons in the world are not worth mentioning!" Tang Bei said in a deep voice: "This sword is called the Spirit Slaughter Sword, the so-called soul slaughter, no death, it is the power of this sword, I use this sword to kill you, it can be regarded as worthy of your loyalty to me in the past!"

Feihuo clearly heard the cry of the soul, and those wandering souls who were killed by the blood spirit failed to return to the Silent Ruins Realm, and were directly devoured by Tang Beiyi with the power of Qiqi.

"Stop!" Spitfire's whole body trembled with anger, but he remained calm, he had no soldiers in his hands, but he wanted to make the most powerful blade himself.

The only remaining blood qi of his life was still burning vigorously, "The so-called divine weapons are only applicable in the hands of the most suitable people, but I, although I can't find a weapon equal to the Spirit Slayer Sword!"

He directly raised his right hand, "My blood, my courage, my wish, is such a weapon!"

Spitfire's hot blood flowed down from his right arm again, and then, driven by internal force, the shape of a sharp blade was formed on the only half of the Broken Steel Sword.

It was forged with Spitfire's own blood, and it may be the most suitable god weapon in the world.

"My weapon is myself!"