"But I am a person who, to put it simply, is heartless. To put it more complicated, that is..."

"Shut up!!!" Beibei shouted suddenly.

The Emperor's Sword Duzun, which was stained with black demonic energy, was stabbed into the void by her sword in response.

"boom--"

The golden and black sword waves rolled away.

All the ancient sword cultivators present pulled back and quickly retreated from the battlefield.

Invasion of demonic energy is not a good thing.

Especially the people from Meisi, after glancing at the missionary mirror, countless possibilities flashed through their minds, running faster than a rabbit.

Feng Zhongzui was startled and said in a flurry of words: "I'll shut up for a moment. It's not easy to deal with being possessed. If Bei Jianxian can come out of it, his state of mind will be further deceived. If he can't, maybe it won't be easy."

I'm going to die today..."

"Shut up!!!"

Beibei fiercely pulled out the emperor's sword.

She was able to restrain herself from interfering with those outside the battle, and could only vent her anger on the opponent:

"I! Never! Defeat!"

Buzz!

When the Eight-faced Emperor Sword was pulled out from the space, as if it was pulled out from the scabbard, it disappeared.

The last scene left to everyone was the angry eyes on the Imperial Sword, which suddenly turned scarlet and black, with murderous intent surging!

The situation of the battle suddenly changed.

Beibei suddenly raised his eyes, his whole body was filled with demonic aura, his eyes glowed with golden light, and he actually woke up from being possessed.

With the help of such an enchanted impact...

The Emperor Sword Duzun has not disappeared, but has become one with her!

Xu Xiaoshou thought about this, his pupils condensed, and he saw why. He straightened up Zang Ku, who was so scared that he was curled up on his arm, "Toughen up, it's not like you haven't seen big scenes before!"

Feng Zhongzui was stunned, and couldn't help but pause in his explanation, "This, this is?"

The North Sword Immortal is a Seven Swords Immortal. He can understand why he can come out of the demonic state so quickly.

This person becomes a demon with the help of demonic energy, and defeats the demon with the help of the wrath of the demonic power. When he returns, he wields the will of the demon king and the emperor, and the man and sword merge into one...

So, why wait for swordsmanship?

Fengzhongzui has not yet reached that bold conclusion.

On the horizon, at the feet of the North Sword Immortal, a golden secret formation has slowly spread out!

Above the nine heavens, a faint and ethereal voice came, as emotionless as watching a cud grow:

"The king is not the king and the minister is not the minister..."

"The world is different and people have no ethics..."

"The law is illegal, the Tao is not the Tao..."

"The sword is not a sword. I am the only one who respects you..."

…

boom!

The black gold sword intent that suddenly expanded erupted from the preaching mirror, overturning the ancient sword cultivators from all over the five regions who were watching the battle.

"I am the only one..."

"Exclusively..."

"Respect..."

The echoes echoed throughout the world.

Everyone who heard the sound felt shocked and inexplicable awe.

"What a sword!" Gu Qinger and Gu Qingsan jumped up directly in front of the sword burial mound, staring so hard that their eyeballs were about to be sucked in.

"Elder brother should come and take a look..."

"No! He doesn't need it, but we do!"

"Too."

"What are you talking about..." Some people couldn't understand.

But the sword-mad man had no time to answer, he was completely immersed in the sword intention coming from the preaching mirror.

"A perfect fit..." Su Qianqian held the demon sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord tightly, her heart twitching involuntarily.

If the tomb-named Chengxue was still there, it would be time to develop such a tacit understanding with myself, right?

…

"Use demons to break laws, use people to break people, do whatever you want, but don't break the rules... Good, she has made progress!"

On the other side, Gou Wuyue stared at the little girl in the mirror and saw through the sword behind the figure.

He held the demon sword Nulan's voice tightly, but there was no trace of envy in his eyes.

"This is……"

Dao Qiongcang, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, turned his head and looked at the indifferent Bazun.

He knew that this man had the deepest understanding of this Tao, and even claimed that he could solve any sword.

"Um."

Ba Zunzhen didn't say anything, just nodded in approval.

…

"boom!"

The sword intent not only penetrated the preaching mirror, but also wreaked havoc on the entire Jade Capital City.

In a land with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, when the swords of the people of the North and North merged into one, and when the overwhelming sound of Taoism emerged, a magnificent imperial palace suddenly rose up.

Thousands of swords gathered in the palace, bowing like ministers, and everyone in the world surrendered.

There were countless swords blaring outside the palace, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping towards them, riding on the smoke of wolf smoke.

Xu Xiaoshou was trapped alone and helpless.

He could no longer see Mr. Siren, let alone the noisy Feng Zhongzui.

However, he held the hilt of the Zangku sword in one hand and the tip of the Zangku sword in the other, while holding it straight...

With his eyes closed, he felt the mighty imperial grace and endless imperial power, silently digesting the only "perfect fit" he saw.

Suddenly, there was a cold scolding sound in my ears, like a loud bell in an old temple, shaking people's hearts and minds.
Chapter completed!