Yang Gang looked at Song Youque, and a strong murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes.
This is a respectable opponent, with talent and talents that are unparalleled in the world.
But he knew that this was an enemy that must be killed!
When it's time to kill, neither side will show mercy.
In fact, Yang Gang's current situation is not very good. The dragon elephant slashed out with one strike, and the power flowed backwards, which had great side effects. The qi, blood and Gangqi all over his body were piled together, as if they were bathed in blood.
There is no intention of procrastinating any longer.
This sounds very slow, but in reality it only takes a moment.
Many people watching below didn't even react.
The Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword suddenly swung out and slashed straight towards Song Youque's head.
"……it's over!"
Zhao Ling stared at the sky intently, his eyes filled with crystal tears.
"Finally...revenge!"
Father, mother...A-Ling finally got his revenge!
Although he did not rely on his own strength...but he had become A Ling's only support in this life. Let him help you take revenge and destroy the Titan City...A-Ling...
Zhao Ling's eyes sparkled.
A Ling may not be able to finish such kindness in this life...
However.
Could Song Youque, the invincible heavenly sword in the north, really be easily killed by such a sword?
Wouldn't that be...a pity?
"Yeah, it's really a pity~~"
Yang Gang suddenly felt a strange feeling. He felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing.
He instantly felt something was wrong.
However, he saw Song Youque in front of him who was completely defeated and raised his broadsword again.
The supreme heavenly sword of the giant god clan was slowly handed out. The broad blade did not show any ripples, but it came first in the lightning and flint and stopped in front of him.
'Ding~~'
The Supreme Heavenly Sword, the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword, and the two Northland's peerless divine weapons intersected in an instant.
There is no brilliant light, no sparks splashing.
It's as if the prosperity has faded away and the world has been washed away, leaving only two completely different but purest concepts of swordsmanship.
Knife tips clash.
Yang Gang's body felt like he was struck by thunder, and he held the Blood Drinking Demon Sword and flew out instantly.
Song Youque's body also trembled, and violent forces clashed within his body. However, when he took a deep breath, the power of Yuan Shen and Zhen Gang converged, and the power of Zhen Yuan that was unique to the Yuan Shen realm suddenly regrouped.
The momentum that was broken up by Yang Gang actually increased steadily and returned to its peak in an instant.
The Supreme Heavenly Sword in his hand buzzed and trembled with excitement, as if to celebrate his master's renewed vigor!
However.
At this time, Song Youque's temperament had completely changed.
From the original domination of the world and unmatched in the world, he has become lonely and vicissitudes of life... like a peerless master who has practiced peerless martial arts but lost everything, and his life is full of frustration.
It was as if Yang Gang's sword had completely cut into pieces his past path.
But it helped him achieve that unparalleled sword...
"The Heavenly Sword...is missing."
The one-foot-three-foot-long bronze-colored broad knife has no edge at all, and seems to have abandoned all beauty and blended all the shortcomings in the world.
Song Youque's figure was like the wind, following the Supreme Heavenly Sword like a shadow.
Strike at Yang Gang with one strike!
Yang Gang froze on the spot.
I just feel like letting the opponent's sword strike on my head without restraint. In this way... there will be no regrets in this life.
At this moment, his body completely gave up resistance.
However.
Under the Zhanqing Xinjue, his mind was as clear as water, knowing that everything was clearly an illusion.
It was the illusion that this 'missing' heavenly sword gave him!
You know clearly in your heart but your body instinctively wants to give up resistance. This feeling makes you almost want to vomit blood.
This is the real Youque Heavenly Sword.
This is a step that Song Youque has pursued all his life, but has been reluctant to take.
It is precisely this contradictory mentality that gave birth to this sword technique that is full of flaws and is almost Taoist.
this moment.
You Quetian Sword, great success!
Yang Gang stared steadily at the bronze broad knife that was getting closer and closer.
Under the Art of Killing Love, my mind becomes clear.
Such a sword is similar to the Zuowang sword. Just like those thousands of years ago, Zuowang Immortal Lord sealed his whole life in the Beihan Tribulation Monument, Zuowang Daoyun.
It has transcended the human world to the extreme and reached the fairyland.
How can such a knife be solved?
suddenly.
With a thought in his mind, he was blessed to start running the Love-Severing Art in his heart.
"Zi Wang!"
A loud shout pierced the sky.
The Zhanqing Zhengang, which is countless times more powerful than the ordinary Zhengang realm, surges in the body like a torrent of water, turning into a sword of mortals and slashing at the sea of his consciousness.
this moment.
He seemed to have forgotten time, space, and everything around him.
I also forgot...the shortcomings in my heart.
Zuo Wangyi's sword...he actually cut himself first!
Use the true power of cutting off emotions to cut off all emotions in your body except reason, and escape into the state of being without desire and being absolutely rational. With a heart as clear as water, regain control of all the power in the body.
Suddenly.
The violent Zhanqing Zhengang spurted out and injected into the Blood-Drinking Demonic Knife.
With a sharp slash, he slashed out.
Song Youque's Youque Heavenly Sword reached its ultimate level in this battle.
His Zuowang Yida was also in this battle, transcending the ordinary and reaching the top!
If there is a shortage, then sit and forget.
Who can win?
The people below were so carried away watching it that they almost forgot to breathe.
His eyes were tightly locked on the two peerless weapons that met in the sky.
When~~~
The melodious sound of gold and iron spread throughout Sifang City.
Immediately afterwards.
There was another collision of swords and beeps, and the two figures transformed into countless phantoms, meeting and separating quickly in the air, condensing their strength to the extreme, and the terrifying speed made it difficult for people to see their figures clearly.
Even some Yuanshen masters could barely see the blurry trajectories of the two at this time.
Pieces of cloth and silk were flying, and the remaining hair was flying.
Even... the sky was stained with blood.
The battle has reached its most intense moment, and both sides have begun to lose their fortune.
There were fierce clashes again and again, Gang Qi and True Essence spurted out, blood and rags flew everywhere...
This was an ups and downs, exciting battle.
It makes people so addicted to watching it that they want to drink three hundred cups before they feel worthy of this shocking battle!
This is the battle between two supreme sword masters in the North.
Breakthroughs again and again, sublimation to extreme levels again and again. Only they can put such pressure on each other!
"Hahaha~~~Good, good, good wine! Good knife!"
In front of the city gate below.
The iron-mouthed old scholar shook his wine bag, looked up at the sky, and drank swigs of strong liquor.
The alcohol was rising, and his eyes were blurry, but his face was getting paler.
"These two peerless swords are truly unparalleled in the world!"
"...unparalleled in the world!"
The old man sighed, his eyes always staring at the sky, his expression very excited, as if he didn't want to miss a moment.
"Grandpa~~"
Lian'er worriedly held his arm and tried to grab the wine bag several times, but was dodged every time.
"Lian'er, be good, the old man's body won't live long. Just let me drink more, just for today, just for today..." the old man murmured, "Jiangshan is easy to grow old, and the years are wasted. Drinking and sword will follow. The horse, the sword is as long as yesterday...Brother Xue, are you okay down there..."
"Little brother... I want to accompany you..."
Said.
The old man, who smelled of alcohol and had drunken eyes, slowly put his hand into his arms.
