Long Tianhao shouted loudly, and he was running the real energy in his body crazily to resist the resistance from Long Yuan Sword. Wounds appeared one after another on his hands, and blood flowed out. It looked shocking!

Everyone around was shocked. Is Long Tianhao crazy?

Suddenly, Long Tianhao gritted his teeth and finally broke through the resistance of Long Yuan Sword, and suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand!

Suddenly, the sword intent that had filled the forest began to flow onto the sword like a whale sucking water.

The whole bamboo forest is silent, and you can hear the falling leaves!

The next moment, Long Jingzhou and other Long family disciples cheered, as if the Long family had won a great victory.

The expressions of Wu Qianqiu, Feng Xihua and others changed slightly. Could it be that Long Yuan Sword really fell into the hands of Long Tianhao?

"Chen Feiyu, what else do you have to say?" Long Tianhao laughed loudly, with blood flowing from his hands, looking crazy!

Chen Feiyu shook his head, with a look of pity flashing in his eyes: "Without the sword, you still have a chance to survive, but with the sword, even the Great Luo gods can't save you."

When he picked up the sword in the world of the painting, the sword guardian spirit once said that those who did not have the inheritance of the sword immortal would not only be strangled by the sword power of the Long Yuan Sword, but would even turn into the guardian dragon of the immortal in the painting.

Yuanjian.

Now that Long Tianhao holds the sword in his hand, his tragic end has been doomed!

"That's nonsense, I'm going to draw my sword right now and chop your head off!" Long Tianhao snorted contemptuously and was about to pull out the Long Yuan Sword from the ground.

Suddenly, the sword body of Longyuan Sword trembled slightly, making a "buzzing" sword sound, and a strong sword intention rose into the sky and impacted the entire space!

Everyone thought that this was Long Tianhao exerting the power of Long Yuan Sword, and their expressions suddenly changed. With such a powerful sword intention, if Long Tianhao really wanted to go on a killing spree, who could stop him?

Long Jingzhou and other Long family disciples were even more overjoyed, and the cheers were like waves, each wave getting louder than the last!

Suddenly, Long Tianhao's face changed drastically. Not only could the Long Yuan Sword be unable to be pulled out, a strong sword intent even erupted from the sword, penetrating into the body along the arm and raging along the meridians, sending out waves of unbearable pain.

Severe pain, as if the body would explode at any time.

"What...what the hell is going on?" Long Tianhao's forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat. He knew something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to let go of the hilt of the sword, but there seemed to be an extremely powerful suction force on the Long Yuan sword, pulling his sword away.

My right hand is sucked on the hilt of the sword. I want to let go but I can't!

A strong sense of crisis arose in Long Tianhao's heart!

Everyone around them also gradually discovered something strange about Long Tianhao. The development of things seemed... it seemed different from what they expected. What happened?

The cheers of Long Jingzhou and other Long family disciples suddenly stopped, and then he exclaimed in surprise, staring closely with his eyes wide open, not daring to take a breath.

"I have said before, there will be disaster if morality is not matched." Chen Feiyu raised his sword finger slightly, stood it in front of his chest, and said with a stern look: "The divine sword has spirit, how can a young person like you be able to master it? You hold it.

The Longyuan Sword will only be counterattacked by the sword's will. Not only will you die under the sword, but you will also become a sword-protecting spirit, imprisoned in the sword forever, and will not be allowed to be reincarnated!"

Everyone's expressions changed drastically. What Chen Feiyu said was too mysterious?

Long Tianhao looked crazy and shouted: "No, I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden "pop" sound and Yangtian spat out a mouthful of blood.

A chill rose from his heart. Did he really want to die here, or even become a sword-guarding spirit after death, never to be reincarnated?
Chapter completed!