Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 1477 Dead (36)
Amidst the clanging sound, Ye Yang saw that this peerless weapon was about to shatter, Ye Yang's eyes widened, he suddenly grabbed the blade with his left hand, and twitched slowly, the blade cut through his palm, and a large amount of Vulcan's blood poured in, relying on The life force of the true god repaired the cracks of the Haotian sword, and only in this way can the Haotian sword have a stronger endurance and lethality.

……

"Zi Yu..."

Yun Xiaoxi's eyes were red from watching, tears swirled in his eyes, watching his beloved get hurt constantly because of this artifact, Ye Yang even risked his life, such a loss of body essence to expand The spiritual power capacity of the Haotian Sword will shorten one's lifespan.

Zengxuan grabbed Yun Xiaoxi's arm, shook his head slowly, and said softly, "Xiaoxi don't go!"

"But Sister Xuan!" Yun Xiaoxi cried.

Zengxuan said lightly: "Xiaoxi, this is Ziyu's choice, and only by doing this can he live up to those soldiers who died fighting for him, and only in this way can he truly be qualified to be called the fire fighter of the human world." God, don't you want your man to be a mediocre coward?"

Biting her red lips, Yun Xiaoxi said, "If I can share the burden, I will definitely not let Ziyu suffer this ordeal alone!"

"I know, and he knows too." Zeng Xuan sighed.

……

The Haotian Sword kept screaming, and Ye Yang's blood seemed to be drained. The Pangu Zhenyuan flying around in the Gonggong Ice Cave kept gathering around the Haotian Sword, and was slowly drawn away. The sword blade absorbs it, and at the same time, the Haotian Sword undergoes a subtle change. There are Pangu runes floating on the blade, and the faint blue light makes the sword invincible. Even the hilt has transformed into a jagged dragon blade. , like the tail of a dragon, dancing with a tinge of blue luster, its awe-inspiring momentum.

"Ah ah ah..."

Finally, Ye Yang let out a low howl, and finally couldn't hold it back. He knelt down on one knee, still holding his sharp sword, and desperately gathered the last trace of Pangu's true energy. Ye Yang knew that the God of Asura The tyranny is far beyond his imagination, more strength means more chance of winning, so, absolutely cannot let go of any trace of Pangu's true essence.

After more than two hours, finally, the Haotian Sword became calmer, and it also brought Ye Yang's calm. He could feel that the Haotian Sword was missing a little. Divided killing intent, but more points of peaceful, creative power, this is the transformation brought about by Pan Gu's true essence.

"The new artifact, was the recast successful?" Yun Xiaoxi asked in surprise.

Zeng Xuan also showed a smile: "It looks like this..."

……

Ye Yang stood up slowly, with a pale face, holding the Haotian Sword, raised his head and sighed to the sky: "What the hell is this? What is this?"

Yun Xiaoxi was shocked: "Ziyu, what's wrong?"

On the side, Qin Fang's voice drifted out, saying, "Ziyu, did you feel it too?"

Ye Yang nodded.

Zengxuan asked: "Old man Qin Fang, what happened, what happened to you and Ziyu?"

(End of this chapter)