"Xiao Yang?" Yang Xingxia spoke in confusion, "I didn't expect that you, a stray dog, dared to appear in front of me. The last time you didn't kill you was because you were lucky. I want to know if your luck is that good this time?"

"I want to say this." A purple lotus appeared above Xiao Yang's head.

Yang Shou Tomb's expression was even more solemn.

"Xianlian! He is an Xianlian!" Xu Huan, who was under the body of Yang Shoumeng with sword energy, stared at Xiao Yang, his eyes were shocked and his mouth kept murmuring.

The old woman behind Wei Lan also widened her eyes.

"Old guy, kill him!" Yang Xingxia shouted.

The lotus above Xiao Yang's head emitted a white light, and at the same time, a white phantom appeared behind Xiao Yang. The seven-meter phantom shocked Yang Shoutu's body. He finally understood where the legendary sword intent came from.

"Spirit Control Realm!" Xu Huan exclaimed, his heroic spirit was about to wake up, and he knew very well that the gathering of heroic spirits behind him was a manifestation of the Spirit Control Realm.

Xiao Yang lifted the purple divine sword in his hand and took a random stroke. The huge shadow behind him made the same move at the same time. In this simple stroke, the sword shadows in the sky rushed straight to Yang Shou's tomb.

The old woman behind Wei Lan also figured it out at this moment. No wonder she had never found the whereabouts of the sword master before. It turned out that he was that master! He had always been a clumsy person!

Facing the sword light emitted behind Xiao Yang, Yang Shoumeng had no choice but to welcome it. When the sword light was touched, Xiao Yang was unscathed. On the other hand, Yang Shoumeng had a tiny gap after another on his clothes. In this sword light, Xiao Yang had an absolute advantage.

The combat power brought by the war spirit is huge, and some of Yang Shoumeng's strength is still in a state of suppression, and one is rising and the other is getting worse. At this moment, Xiao Yang's strength is stronger than Yang Shoumeng's strength.

When the sword lights in the sky dissipated, Yang Shou Tomb's clothes had become ragged.

Although the two of them did not move too fiercely just now, they contained countless murderous intents, that is, Yang Shoumeng was powerful, and if he had another person, he would have been cut into a flesh-like shape by the sword lights all over the sky.

"Piaoxue's sword intent is controlled by the legendary sword god." Yang Shoumeng looked at the white phantom behind Xiao Yang with a serious face. "I didn't expect that this person would become your heroic spirit. However, the heroic spirit has not fully awakened. You are just forcibly activate this power. Although it is far from reaching the spirit control realm, it is still invincible under the spirit control."

Yang Shoumeng said, pulling out an iron sword from his waist. He rarely holds his hands with a real sword against the enemy, but once he picks it up, it means that Yang Shoumeng is already very serious.

"I practice swords at the age of nine, and I have only practiced one sword for decades. If I break this sword, it would be equivalent to completely defeating me." Yang Shoumeng raised his sword. At this moment, the mist that filled the surrounding heaven and earth began to condense towards the tip of the sword in Yang Shoumeng's hand.

Everyone present felt a breath that made them palpitations from the ordinary iron sword in Yang Shoumeng's hand.

"Xiao Yang, he is accumulating his power. This move is extremely terrifying. It has completely exceeded the energy limit he has mastered. It even has the meaning of Taoism. You, the war spirit, are not your opponent, please absorb the energy of the heroic spirit!" The urgent voice of the evil god sounded in Xiao Yang's ears.

Xiao Yang closed his eyes and slowly raised his arms. He made a posture of putting the sword in the sheath, as if he wanted to draw the sword.

At this moment, Xiao Yang and Yang Shoutu were like two extremes in this space, and the fog condensed at the tip of Yang Shoutu's sword. Yang Shoutu's sword was even driving the energy of the Loulan formation.

The violent spiritual energy can gather on the battle spirit behind Xiao Yang, and the illusory white figure becomes more and more solid.

At this moment, the human cat, which was far away from here, looked at this side.

Pojun in the opposite direction also stopped, looked at this, and murmured: "So strong."

On the lake surface not far from Xiao Yang and the others, the lake water completely churned, and waves and whirlpools appeared, creating various strange phenomena.

"The sword is at its peak, and under the control of the spirit, no one can break my sword. I don't know how much my sword is compared to Piaoxue." Yang Shoumeng picked up his wrist gently.

Under Yang Shoumeng's action, everyone present felt that their brains were blank and they didn't even have the ability to think, let alone, there was any way to resist Yang Shoumeng's sword. This was a kind of suppression from the realm. Under the control of the spirit, no one could resist it.

At the same time, Xiao Yang made a sword drawing posture.

"A sword, snow."

The biting chill swept across everyone's body. The tumultuous lake suddenly stopped because it was covered by a layer of ice crystals. The entire lake surface was completely frozen at this moment, and the bodies of the inheritors were also covered with a layer of frost.

At this moment, the sword moves of Xiao Yang and Yang Shoutu completely surpassed the realm of God-making. The two of them had no sound when they met this time, as if the whole world had become silent at this moment.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed that after a long time, the frozen lake suddenly shattered, the lake water continued to churn, and the disappearing thick fog filled again.

Blood was sprayed, and an arm was thrown up, bringing up a large piece of blood, and then landed on the ground. On that arm, there was an iron sword. At this moment, there were gaps everywhere on the sword.

Yang Shou Tomb’s extreme sword was broken!

Yang Shoumeng stared blankly at the broken arm on the ground in front of him. The pain caused by the wound on his body was already numb to him at this moment.

He practiced swords at the age of nine, and only practiced one sword in his life. At this moment, he was broken, just like his belief was killed. At this moment, Yang Shoumeng was completely stunned.

A cold light passed by Yang Shou Tomb's cheek and headed straight behind Yang Shou Tomb.

"Yang Xingxia, die!"

Xiao Yang's voice was very light, but the solemn and murderous intention was very strong.

The sword light pierced through Yang Xingxia's chest, and a touch of ice crystal appeared in front of Yang Xingxia, even the blood was locked.

Yang Xingxia widened her eyes, slowly lowered her head, and looked at the wound on her chest and the ice crystals spreading around her. A feeling of powerlessness came from her body, and even breathing became difficult at this moment.

Yang Xingxia shook his head slightly, his eyes were full of confusion, he couldn't believe that all this was true, and his heart was killed by a sword?

"Old...Old thing..." Yang Xingxia spoke, but even felt troubled to speak, "I...I...I...I don't want to die...I..."
Chapter completed!