The Immortal Killing Sword is an ancient immortal sword.
The ninth floor of Zhuxian University's nine-story sword tower is nothing more than fragments of the Zhuxian sword.
But as it happened, part of the sword spirit of the Zhuxian Sword lived in the fragments of the Zhuxian Sword.
That's why there is such a thing as the inheritance of swordsmanship.
Before Yang Feng, no fewer than ten people had died while passing on the sword.
Now Yang Feng is on the ninth floor of the nine-story sword tower, holding the Immortal Sword in his hand.
I felt an inexplicable calling.
"This is……"
A voice sounded in Yang Feng's ear.
"A mere ant, trying to accept my inheritance?"
This is the sword spirit of the Zhuxian Sword.
"You hidden rat, you think I care less about your bullshit inheritance. If you hadn't been entrusted by others, I would have been happy to accept it if you begged me!"
Yang Feng is such a person. If people respect him a foot, he will return a foot to others.
The Zhuxian Sword Spirit dared to be so arrogant without even seeing his shadow.
He really thinks he is a big shot.
"Jie, Jie, Jie! Ant, you've angered me. I haven't eaten meat in a hundred years, so I'm going to take you here today to give you a beating."
The reason why the Immortal Killing Sword really appeared was because of the Immortal Killing Sword in Yang Feng's hand.
That's right, the Immortal Killing Sword is also made from some fragments of the Immortal Killing Sword, and the thunder that lives inside is not the original sword spirit.
Instead, it was forced in by someone with extraordinary skills.
A wisp of white ghost took the form of a human.
The Zhuxian Sword fell into his hands.
A powerful fairy sword, two feet and five inches long, with a hilt three inches wide.
The sword body is engraved with mysterious lines.
In the hands of the humanoid ghost, the lines of the Zhuxian Sword all lighted up.
Boom boom!
Yang Feng had no choice but to use all his strength to defend against the two sword energy he waved casually.
"How could this happen...nine-story sword tower!"
When Yang Feng mobilized his whole body's strength, he discovered a very outrageous problem. His mana was blocked.
In other words, he only had swordsmanship left, which reminded Yang Feng. The scene of entering the nine-story sword tower for the first time.
"Jie, Jie, Jie! No one can surpass me in the way of swordsmanship, so ant, give me your sword spirit!"
The white humanoid ghost sounded with a mocking tone, as if it was determined to defeat Yang Feng.
Yang Feng did not. He mobilized the mortal immortal energy to activate the immortal-killing power in the Immortal-Slaying Sword.
The moment when the Immortal Killing Sword and the Immortal Killing Sword collide.
"Fragments of the Zhuxian Sword? Jie Jie Jie! God help me!"
The white humanoid ghost reacted instantly. The only thing that could compete with the Zhuxian Sword was the fragments of the Zhuxian Sword.
If he could swallow the sword spirit in this sword and merge with it, it would transform from the inside out.
"This Immortal Killing Sword possesses part of the Immortal Killing Sword Spirit, and the sword spirit in the Immortal Killing Sword is not the Immortal Killing Sword Spirit. In a sense, the sword spirit of the Immortal Killing Sword should not be suppressed."
Yang Feng began to analyze calmly. At this time, he must remain absolutely rational to have the possibility of winning.
Thinking of this, the human immortal energy in Yang Feng's body kept pouring out.
The Zhuxian Sword Spirit also discovered clues.
"The immortal energy of the mortal world?! Do you use the immortal energy as a weight? Those who are not recognized by the Zhuxian Sword will suffer backlash!"
Zhu Xianjian kindly reminded Yang Feng.
Yang Feng turned a deaf ear, raised the Immortal Killing Sword, and dropped the sword in his hand.
Poof!
The Immortal Killing Sword penetrated the body of the Immortal Killing Sword Spirit.
But it gave Yang Feng a feeling of being stabbed in the air.
"This sword...I want it!"
The ghostly body of the Zhuxian Sword Spirit turned into a vortex, and a strong suction force came from the vortex.
The Immortal Killing Sword in Yang Feng's hand began to sink into the whirlpool.
"Don't even think about it!"
At this moment, the cells in Yang Feng's body seemed to come alive, and every pore was seeping with the immortal energy of the mortal world.
The temperament is extraordinary and refined.
The power of killing immortals vs. the power of killing immortals.
Bang bang!
Within the Immortal Killing Sword, Lei Ming controlled the thunder and looked at the Immortal Killing Sword Spirit through the whirlpool.
"The Heavenly Emperor's Thunder Spirit! No wonder the fragments of the Zhuxian Sword will evolve into another kind of power."
"It's still unclear who will devour the Immortal Killing Sword Spirit! The real battle has only begun now."
As the thunderous words fell, the sky and earth were filled with lightning and wind.
"Without the Dao of Zhuxian, everything else is just illusion."
The sword spirits of both swords began to show their power.
The Zhuxian Sword always has the upper hand.
On Yang Feng's side, he once again presented the Spiritual Evil Sword, the Demon Suppressing Sword, and obtained the Six Holy Swords in the sword tower.
Sword array.
Control six swords.
The spirit evil in the spirit evil sword is separated from the spirit evil sword.
The blue sword spirit gradually solidified.
"The Demon-Suppressing Sword? There's still it!"
The Zhuxian Sword Spirit throbbed for the first time. It felt the fragments of the second Zhuxian Sword. Although it was very vague, it still sensed it.
The aura of immortal spirits and the aura of evil spirits, this is the most primitive Zhuxian sword. With the evolution of the rules of heaven and earth, the Zhuxian sword has also evolved into the current power of Zhuxian.
And the sword with the incomplete parts always maintained its original power.
This can only explain one reason, this fragment has not been eroded by the rules of heaven and earth.
The collision of raw power was too much for the Zhuxian Sword Spirit, and the white ghost holding the sword slowly faded away.
"Impossible! The original sword spirit! After the master's sacrifice and the evolution of the rules of heaven and earth, it is impossible for there to be an original sword spirit!"
When speaking, the Zhuxian Sword Spirit's voice trembled slightly.
"Zhu Xian inheritance, will you give it or not?"
How could Yang Feng miss such an opportunity? He made a decisive decision and pointed his sword at the Immortal Killing Sword Spirit.
"Even if you cannot absorb and refine the inheritance of the Immortal Killing Sword, it is still in vain."
The inheritance of the Zhuxian swordsmanship it possesses is incomplete, and the two fragments of the Zhuxian sword in Yang Feng's hand have not been awakened. The real Zhuxian sword spirit cannot inherit the Zhuxian swordsmanship.
The ancient killing formation, the immortal-killing formation.
It consists of four killing swords.
The Immortal Killing Sword, the Immortal Killing Sword, the Immortal Absolute Sword, and the Immortal Trapping Sword.
Over the years, the whereabouts of the other three killing swords are unknown, leaving only one Immortal Killing Sword.
But after the battle that year, the fragments of the Zhuxian Sword were scattered across the realms.
In this area, three fragments of the Immortal Killing Sword actually appeared.
"Hmph! How do you know if you don't try?"
Yang Feng promised Pan Xuan that he would not give up easily.
"Okay, come with me."
Zhu Xianjian took a serious look at Yang Feng, and without saying anything else, he led Yang Feng to the depths of the ninth floor of the sword tower.
Luoyue Cave Mansion.
"here it is?"
"Where my real body is, there is the inheritance of the Immortal Killing Sword you want."
Yang Feng had already noticed something was wrong before he entered the cave. Time flowed here so fast!
"Why are you afraid?"
The Immortal-killing Sword Spirit carries the aura of excitement.
"Am I afraid?"
Yang Feng put away the sword beside him and stepped into the cave.
The sun, the moon, and the stars, things that would never normally come together, actually appeared under the same sky at the same time.
What Yang Feng saw were memories of the past.
The evil in his heart was infinitely magnified.
The demonic resentment accumulated in his body instantly reached an unprecedented peak.
Hold the Immortal Killing Sword and destroy the world!
Memories are constantly embedded in his sea of consciousness.
And these are all hidden deep in his heart, suppressed by him all the time, without any signs.
Now it's like a dam has opened its floodgates, and it's flowing down thousands of miles.
The evil ghost mask is so ferocious!
Killing immortals in hand, killing people like hemp!
"Hahaha! That's it, release the evil in your heart to your heart's content. These are the best nutrients for the Immortal Killing Sword."
Everyone has good and evil in their hearts, but under certain circumstances, good thoughts defeat evil thoughts.
Reason restrained impulse.
This makes a person look kind.
There is no absolute distinction between good and evil in the world.
There is no absolute distinction between good and evil.
No one is born good, and no one is born evil.
Good and evil, good and evil.
Opposite each other and dependent on each other.
Even the Zhuxian Sword Spirit didn't expect that Yang Feng actually practiced magic skills at the same time.
Moreover, the evil in his heart has accumulated so deeply.
But this was exactly what he wanted. The stronger the evil thoughts in his heart became, the more he could deprive Yang Feng of his body.
Break away from the Zhuxian Sword.
After being silent for so many years, it has long been tired of its current life. It just wants to have a body and walk around the world instead of being trapped in this dark place.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Her hair is as white as snow, and her clothes are fluttering.
A three-foot green blade can kill all the people in the world.
A familiar and unfamiliar figure appeared.
A white coat is as beautiful as snow, and a broken sword is like a rainbow.
Chiseled features and fair face.
The otherworldly aura on his body caused murderous intent to grow in his heart at this moment. Yang Feng, who was filled with murderous aura, was slightly stunned.
The person in front of me looks so familiar!
His appearance, his facial features, the sword he held in his hand.
All of this seemed familiar, but Yang Feng couldn't remember where he had seen the person in front of him.
"Put down the sword in your hand, you are me and I am you."
Another "Yang Feng" holding the Lingsha Sword spoke.
He had no intention of taking action and stood quietly.
"You, it's you! It's you who put the curse on my mother! I'm going to kill you."
Holding the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, Yang Feng, whose evil thoughts in his heart were amplified countless times, swung the sword.
Killed with one sword, "goodness".
"I'm going to kill you all!"
Every time he swings his sword, Yang Feng will feel a sense of pleasure. It is this pleasure that makes him continue to kill.
The evil in his heart accumulated deeper and deeper, and finally the Zhuxian Sword Spirit invaded the sea of consciousness and took control of his body.
"That's it, no matter who it is, they will be killed without mercy!"
Yang Feng's performance was surprisingly satisfactory to the Zhuxian Sword Spirit. He had never thought that a person could have so many evil thoughts in his heart.
The injustice he encountered, the ridicule he encountered, and all the hardships he experienced along the way became evil in his heart.
A figure fell down.
Pink dress, angel face, devil figure.
Holding a star sword.
Gu Qianqian, this woman has been throughout Yang Feng's life.
"You are... Qian... No! You are another person!"
"Feng, I am her, she is me, we don't distinguish each other, don't be distracted by the things in front of you..."
Boom boom!
The picture is broken.
Yang Feng's sword cut through the memory fragments.
But in his heart, he was already confused, unable to distinguish between good and evil, and even lost himself, wandering among the sun, moon, and stars.
Time still passes.
One memory after another, like one world after another.
Fallen, lost.
Boom boom!
These fragments of memories live in Yang Fengguo's shortcomings.
Continuously embed memories one after another.
A sky-blue ice skirt, as pure and pure as a lotus.
It emerges from the silt without being stained, and washes away the clear ripples without being stained.
Her appearance even stopped the sword in Yang Feng's hand.
A slight trembling sound was emitted.
Some people died, but not completely...
