Dragon King Hall

Chapter 1350 is broken

"Henry Zhang?" Yang Xingxia said with some doubts, "Unexpectedly, a bereaved dog like you dared to appear in front of me. It was your luck that I didn't kill you last time. I want to know, this time, your luck. Not that good?"

“This is what I want to say too.” Above Henry Zhang’s head, a purple lotus flower emerged.

Yang Shou's expression became more solemn.

"Xianlian! He is Xianlian!" Xu Huan, who was shot by Yang Shou's tomb with sword energy, stared at Henry Zhang, his eyes were shocked, and he kept murmuring.

The old woman behind Wei Lan also widened her eyes.

"Old man, kill him!" Yang Xingxia shouted.

The lotus flower above Henry Zhang’s head emitted a white light. At the same time, a white phantom appeared behind Henry Zhang. The seven-meter phantom shocked Yang Shou’s tomb. He finally understood the sword intent in the previous legend , where did it come from.

"Spirit Controlling Realm!" Xu Huan exclaimed, his heroic spirit was about to wake up, and he knew very well that the gathering of heroic spirits behind him was the manifestation of the Spirit Controlling Realm.

Henry Zhang raised the purple Excalibur in his hand, and swiped casually, the giant shadow behind him made the same movement at the same time, and in this simple stroke, the sword shadows filled the sky, and went straight to Yang Shou's tomb.

The old woman behind Wei Lan also figured it out at this moment. No wonder she hadn't found the whereabouts of the sword master before. It turns out that he is the master!All along, it's my own blindness!
Faced with the sword light emanating from behind Henry Zhang, Yang Shou's tomb had no choice but to greet him. During the collision of the sword lights, Henry Zhang was unscathed. On the other hand, Yang Shou's tomb was cut with small gaps one after another on his clothes. In this time of sword light confrontation, Henry Zhang is in an absolute advantage.

The combat power brought by the war spirit is huge, and part of the strength of Yang Shou's tomb is still suppressed. Under the ebb and flow, at this moment, Henry Zhang's strength is stronger than that of Yang Shou's tomb.

After the sword light all over the sky dissipated, the clothes of Yang Shou's tomb had become tattered.

Although the two of them didn't act too violently just now, they harbored countless murderous intentions. That is to say, Yang Shou's tomb is powerful. If it were another person, he might have been chopped into a pulp by the sky-filled sword light.

"Piaoxue Sword Intent is in the hands of the legendary sword god." Yang Shoumu looked at the white phantom behind Henry Zhang solemnly, "Unexpectedly, this one turned into your heroic spirit, but the heroic spirit did not You are not fully awake, you are just forcing this power, although it is still far from reaching the spirit control state, but it is enough to be invincible under the spirit control."

As Yang Shoumu said, he drew out an iron sword from his waist. He rarely held a real sword in his hand against the enemy, but once he picked it up, it showed that Yang Shoumu was already very serious.

"I practiced swords at the age of nine, and I only practiced one sword for decades. If I break this sword, it is equivalent to defeating me completely." Yang Shou tomb raised the sword, and at this moment, the mist that permeated the surrounding world began to Gather towards the tip of the sword in Yang Shou's tomb.

Everyone present felt an aura that made their hearts palpitate from the ordinary iron sword in Yang Shou's tomb.

"Henry Zhang, he is accumulating power. The power of this move is extremely terrifying. It has completely exceeded the upper limit of the energy he has mastered. It even has a sense of Taoism. Your battle spirit is not an opponent. Quickly absorb the energy of the heroic spirit!" Henry Zhang’s ear rang.

Henry Zhang closed his eyes, slowly raised his arms, and he made a posture of putting a sword into its sheath, as if he was about to draw the sword.

At this moment, Henry Zhang and Yang Shou's tomb are like two poles in this space. The mist condenses on the tip of the sword of Yang Shou's tomb, and the sword of Yang Shou's tomb is even driving the energy of the Loulan formation.

And the violent aura could gather on the battle spirit behind Henry Zhang, and the illusory white figure became more and more solidified.

At this moment, Renmao, who was far away from here, turned his gaze to this side.

Po Jun in the opposite direction also stopped in his tracks, glanced at him, and murmured, "So strong."

On the surface of the lake not far from Henry Zhang and the two, the lake water was completely churning, with waves and eddies, and various abnormalities occurred.

"A sword at the extreme level, under spirit control, no one has ever been able to defeat my sword. I don't know how my sword is compared to Piaoxue." Yang Shoumu lightly flicked his wrist.

Under Yang Shoumu's action, everyone present only felt that their brains were blank, and they didn't even have the ability to think, let alone, what kind of method was there to resist Yang Shoumu's sword? It is a kind of suppression from the realm, under the control of the spirit, no one can resist it.

At the same time, Henry Zhang made a sword drawing gesture.

"One sword, fluttering snow."

The piercing chill swept over everyone, and the tumbling lake suddenly stopped because it was covered by a layer of ice crystals. The entire lake was completely frozen at this moment. Those inheritors, Also covered with a layer of frost.

At this moment, the sword moves of Henry Zhang and Yang Shou's tomb completely surpassed the realm of endowment. The two collided this time, without any sound coming out, as if the whole world became silent at this moment.

one second...

two seconds...

three seconds...

As if in an instant, and as if after a long time, the frozen lake surface suddenly shattered, the lake water continued to churn, and the disappearing thick fog pervaded again.

Blood sprayed, and one arm was thrown up, bringing up a large amount of blood, and then fell to the ground. On that arm, there was also an iron sword, and at this moment, there were gaps everywhere on the sword.

The extreme sword of Yang Shou's tomb was broken!
Yang Shoumu stared blankly at the broken arm on the ground in front of him. The pain caused by the wound on his body was already numb to him at this moment.

He practiced swords at the age of nine, and only practiced one sword in his life, one sword to the extreme, but at this moment, it was broken, like his faith was cut. At this moment, Yang Shoumu was completely stunned.

A cold light flashed across Yang Shoumu's cheek, and went straight behind Yang Shoumu.

"Yang Xingxia, die!"

Henry Zhang’s voice was very soft, but the chilling intent was very strong.

The sword light pierced Yang Xingxia's chest, and an ice crystal appeared in front of Yang Xingxia, even the blood was locked.

Yang Xingxia's eyes widened, and he slowly lowered his head, looking at the wound on his chest and the ice crystals spreading around, a sense of powerlessness came from his body, and even breathing became difficult at this moment.

Yang Xingxia shook his head slightly, his eyes were full of confusion, he couldn't believe that all this was true, his heart was stabbed by a sword?
"Old...old thing..." Yang Xingxia spoke out, but it was difficult to even speak, "I...I...I don't want to die...I..."

"No!" Yang Shoumu let out a shrill roar.

(End of this chapter)