Yang Gang quietly looked at the back of the Hidden Sword Ancestor.
Just when he was about to rush to the edge of the blood pool, he suddenly swung the long knife forward in his hand.
A brilliant power of the soul, like a big sun covering the sky, was injected into the light of the sword, and then appeared directly behind the ancestor of the Hidden Sword at an incredible speed.
Fentian's third sword - Yuanshen.
"ah--"
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword screamed.
Looking at the ancestor who was so close in front of him but didn't make any movement, his hopeful eyes instantly turned into despair.
The light of the sword, which was as solid as a substance, made a gash on the back of the Tibetan Sword Ancestor, as if it had a spiritual power, and directly...removed his spine.
Thump~~
A section of spine flew into the blood pool, and the Tibetan Sword Ancestor's body fell weakly to the edge of the blood pool.
"Ancestor..." He tried hard to crawl forward, but his body couldn't use the strength. The Gang Qi that was like the power of Heaven flowed in his body, easily shattering countless resisting Yuanshen Zhen Gang.
In the depths of his sea of consciousness, they gathered together to form a brilliant sword.
Then, he slashed his soul with a sword.
"....Ancestor...save me..."
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword's eyes were distracted, and his body suddenly twitched like a dying frog.
"I said, I don't want to commit any more crimes today. Why bother?" Yang Gang sighed, ringing in his ears.
Don’t you want to commit more sins of killing?
When the ancestor of Zangdao heard this, his eyes suddenly bulged, and he stared at the ancestor in front of him.
To cripple his physical body and destroy his soul... this is countless times more uncomfortable than killing him directly!
"Ancestor... why... why didn't you save me... you... are so cruel, so cruel... I hate..." Infinite regret surged in his heart, and he fell dying by the pool of blood.
The powerful vitality of the Yuan Shen realm prevented him from dying immediately.
But it's worse than death...
However.
No one in the Blood Pond Cave cared about his feelings at this time.
Yang Gang's eyes met the old man in black.
I felt that there was a huge sea of blood in those blood-colored eyes, and countless blood rolled and boiled like waves.
The aura on his body is almost the same as the aura of the bloodthirsty and crazy blood-drinking magic knife in the blood pool, and there is no trace of humanity at all.
What he faced was like a demon!
"Ice Demon?"
Yang Gang asked softly.
"Kill...kill, kill, kill." The old man with white beard and hair slowly stood up, his pair of turbid blood eyes filled with frenzied killing intent. Only then did everyone realize that there was almost no piece of flesh on his body, and it was all shriveled old skin hanging on the bones, like a mummy.
Is he really the ancestor of the Ice Demon?
The three of them couldn't help but frown.
A soul master can live for three hundred years, but this ice demon that existed seven hundred years ago relied on the evil ability of the blood-drinking magic sword to live for nearly a thousand years.
Although at this time, he had no trace of life at all.
"kill--"
The blood pool rolled violently, splashing countless waves, and countless bloody skeletons were vaguely visible at the bottom of the pool. The 'Blood Drinking Demon Sword' buzzed and trembled, and suddenly turned into a streak of blood and flew out of the blood pool.
He took the initiative to fall into the hands of the old ice demon.
"kill!"
Bloodthirsty roar.
The ice demon's old body and the blood-drinking demon sword merged into one, turning into a line of blood and splitting towards Yang Gang.
There seemed to be a boundless sea of blood slowly spreading out in front of everyone's eyes.
Zhao Ling and Yang Wuhui were instantly shocked on the spot. They felt that the surrounding environment had changed and they were in a sea of blood.
This blood-drinking devil's knife is an evil object comparable to the black devil's eyesight in the hands of the old snow mountain devil.
"I lived for seven hundred years, but became the slave of an evil sword. It's really sad and lamentable..."
Yang Gang looked at the blood in front of him.
Suddenly he said: "A-Ling, watch carefully. This sword...maybe you can use it in the future."
Zhao Ling behind him was stunned for a moment, not knowing why.
But he saw that Yang Gang had already slashed out with a light sword.
This sword seemed to carry no weight at all, and was filled with an ethereal Taoist charm.
It seems to make people forget time, space, and everything around them...
"Sit and forget."
The 'ordinary' long sword was simple and unpretentious, without any brilliance or vision, and struck the blood light transformed by the blood-drinking magic sword.
Ding~~~
A crisp sound.
The blood light instantly froze in the air, and the blood all over the sky collapsed and compressed little by little, tracing back to its origin, revealing the true face of the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword.
At the same time, the long knife forged from ordinary refined iron was shattered inch by inch.
The Ice Demon Ancestor's inhumane gaze finally showed a hint of astonishment. He stared blankly as Yang Gang's long knife shattered into countless fragments, each one piercing his body.
"for……"
The voice has not yet fallen.
His old body lost the power of the Blood-Drinking Demon Sword, as if it could no longer withstand the power of time, and suddenly turned into ashes.
The ice demon who has survived for seven hundred years relying on the blood-drinking magic sword, trying to touch the portal before the fairyland - died and disappeared.
"Where to run!"
Yang Gang grabbed the blood-drinking magic knife that was about to escape.
The magic knife buzzed and trembled, and a crazy bloodthirsty murderous intention poured into Yang Gang's sea of consciousness from his arm.
However.
In the sea of consciousness, there is a terrifying sun covering the sky waiting for it.
"town."
The brilliant power of heaven turned into a ray of divine light from the sun, and the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword felt that a disaster was imminent. It trembled with fear in Yang Gang's hand, and actually sent out a begging for mercy.
"The Evil Spirit Devourer, as a weapon...should have the consciousness of being a weapon."
Yang Gang's expression was cold, and streams of strange worldly aura came out of his hands. The True Qing Gang, bred by the golden body of the Hundred Tribulations Demon God, poured into the blade of the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword.
"Destroy!"
Buzz - The Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword trembled unwillingly. The bloodthirsty and violent killing thoughts dissipated little by little, the blood color gradually faded, and the blade turned into a pure black.
In the end, he obeyed Yang Gang's hands.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
There was a burst of crazy laughter.
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword looked at his invincible ancestor who was defeated in the hands of the sword demon with one sword strike, and saw that Yang Gang easily subdued the blood-drinking demon sword that his family had been unable to suppress for seven hundred years.
The defense in my heart finally collapsed completely, and I burst into tears with laughter, filled with sadness and anger.
"Seven hundred years...seven hundred years of blood, rain, wind and frost, the efforts of countless descendants, every living life...in the end...can't stand up to a single blow..."
"One knife..."
"Seven hundred years of killing...seven hundred years...why bother?"
As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was so angry that he fainted.
"Let's go."
Yang Gang sighed sadly.
He picked up his remaining body and turned around to walk out of the cave.
Zhao Ling and Yang Wuhui took a long breath and quickly kept up.
Although Yang Gang's sword was performed lightly and seemed very comfortable, they still felt a strong shock. Seven hundred years ago, he fought alone against the heroes and killed the ice demon ancestor in the North with a magic sword...
Seven hundred years later, relying on the power of the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword... Based on their level, it is impossible to guess what the current strength of the Ice Demon Ancestor has reached.
But facing Yang Gang, it was still a knife.
The True Gang Realm is a sword, and the Soul Realm is also a sword. The ancestor of the Ice Demon, who has lived for nearly a thousand years beyond the life of the Soul, holds the evil blood-drinking demon sword. When facing him... it is still a sword.
Thirty years of hard training in the snowy mountains.
What level has his current strength reached?
