Level of the Demonic Sword
When Yang Xiong saw this, he thought to himself, Wasn't this the scene when he subdued the Fire Dragon? But now? He didn't even know why these things would appear in his mind. Yang Xiong also wanted to know what was going on with his memory. It seemed that whenever he touched something, he would remember a part of it. What happened after that? He didn't look too much. After reading the introduction of the fire sword, he began to look at the things behind it, the demonic sword fire. However, the sword techniques below seemed to be the fire sword techniques of the demonic sword. Yang Xiong looked at those sword techniques and felt that they were simple. It was a very simple action of selling and recycling, but in this simple action, he saw endless changes. This generation of determination had been firmly recorded in his heart. He no longer cared about the fire sword. He would find the fire dragon and ask it when he had time. That was what he thought now, but what about in the future? He did not know.
Yang Xiong looked at the content at the back. The next chapter was-Demon-Devouring Sword. It was a very powerful sword. That was what the book had said. Yang Xiong immediately thought about how powerful the Xinhua District was. He didn't know. Now, he could only continue reading.
Demon-Devouring Sword. The most tyrannical sword in the continent. His birth took many lives, and the world changed color. More importantly, after he came out, he directly killed many people. It was a mountain formed by a type of black stone. The mountain was dark, and there was not a single plant growing on it. It could be said that there were few people on this mountain. However, there was a rumor in the martial arts world that a divine artifact would appear there. Everyone went there with the divine artifact in mind, but when they arrived, they were confused as to why there would be a divine artifact in such a mountain. Some people left immediately after they arrived, but some people still insisted. They believed the rumor. They all knew that it was impossible for such a hungry mountain to have a divine artifact, but there was no smoke without fire. They were still insisting on their own ideas.
Time passed very quickly. Those people waited for half a year. During this half a year, some changes had occurred in Black Demon Mountain. The originally black stones had become even blacker. The volcano hadn't erupted in the past six months either. It seemed to be accumulating power, but it also seemed to be reluctant. This feeling could only be felt but not described. There were more than a hundred people waiting there. They each had their own main camp and were all waiting together for the Left Empress to appear. They were fighting, but no one knew that they would no longer have such an opportunity. One night half a year later, a strong wind blew and a heavy rain came. Everyone's simple houses could not withstand such a blow and collapsed one after another. However, they believed that a divine artifact would be born tonight. Their hearts became even more nervous. Their eyes were fixed on the crater, and their hearts were on guard against others taking advantage of this opportunity to launch a sneak attack. The volcano erupted, and a huge amount of limestone came out like a dragon.
Everyone turned around to look at this magnificent feat, but they ignored their own safety. Those who were capable stood in the air, while those who were not could only watch as the lava buried their bodies.
After the lava, the wind continued to blow, and the storm did not stop. Everyone who was facing the fierce storm felt a sense of fear. What was it? They were thinking of taking something out of their hearts-a sword. A peerless sword. Everyone's eyes were focused on the sword. The sword was three feet long, with two blades and a hilt that was about one foot long. All the sword lovers saw the sword, but the problem with the steel saber appeared. The sword that had been standing still suddenly streaked across the sky, and the black clouds made way for it. The eighty-foot-long sword shadow appeared in front of everyone, and everyone was terrified. Seeing the black sword shadow, they knew they were wrong. Everything had spirituality and they could not possess it. However, they had no choice but to do it!
The black sword shadow streaked across the sky, and the black clouds made way for it. It was as if the sword had really separated the clouds. He cut through the clouds and stabbed at everyone who was charging at him. They all wanted to dodge, but they realized that they could not move at all. The only thing they could move was their eyes. They watched in horror as the sword sliced through their chests and broke their hearts.
When everyone realized that their hearts had been cut open, a line of words appeared in the sky: " When the demonic sword appears, the blood of tens of thousands of people will be drunk. When ghosts and gods cry, the world will shake.”This sentence made everyone on the main road avoid it. Even those who did not see it had this sentence in their hearts. The cry of ghosts and gods is earth-shattering."
From then on, the whereabouts of the demon sword began to be sent to the martial world. At the same time, all kinds of vendettas occurred in the martial world. Ten thousand people died, and the demon sword itself was never heard from again. Someone had once verified that the demonic sword was not a sword of this continent, but something that belonged to a ghost. I don't have enough, I only have one sword diagram.
Yang Xiong immediately opened the sword diagram and opened the sword. He felt that it was familiar. It was a sword that traced the river, but he couldn't tell where he had seen it before. Seeing this, Yang Xiong quickly put away his emotions. This was destined to be a tragedy. Who could talk about it? However, this feeling of writing had always been in Yang Xiong's heart. He knew that he had a certain relationship with every sword mentioned here.
Yang Xiong continued to read the next chapter-Demonic Sword, Blood. This sword was blood-red in color. It was born in the year 1001 of the continent calendar. It was only born for a short time, only a year. However, at that time, it left behind a name for all the people in the martial world, the Blood Drinking Sword. At that time, the owner of the Demonic Blood Sword named this sword-Blood. At that time, it was all the rage on the main road. However, a hero could not be defeated by a beauty. That person had died in the hands of a woman, so it was naturally not worth mentioning.
When Yang Xiong saw this, he looked at the sword diagram and knew that this sword was related to him. However, he did not know where the origin was. At the same time, he couldn't figure it out. This woman's death was not something that could be mentioned in this continent. What about his own, his own in the 21st century? How could he explain that he had returned to his bright future for a woman? He didn't know and didn't want to know. Because even now, he still couldn't let go of him. Perhaps this was something that would always haunt him! However, there was no him on this continent. There was only himself. His future was more important than everything else.
Yang Xiong's confidence was strengthened, and he began to read on. The next chapter was the Devil Sword-Earth. This sword was called the Sword of Earth. The body of the sword was thick and wide, and the body of the sword was relatively long. However, no one dared to ignore its attack speed. It was a common realization for those who saw the sword strike. This sword was extremely fast, and it was even called a Marquis. However, no matter how powerful the sword was, being too weak would be a flaw in his life. After the owner of the Earth's simplicity passed away, he passed his sword to his son. However, his son was a pompous son and was eventually forgotten by the martial world. As for the sword, no one knew where it went. As usual, Yang Xiong looked at the sword's diagram. He still had the same feeling. The only difference was that the sword's diagram gave him a feeling of magnanimity and tolerance. This made Yang Xiong find it difficult to understand why.
Yang Xiong continued to read the rest of the book. After he finished looking at all the swords, he had a feeling of understanding in his heart, as if everything was something he should know. However, what else would he introduce after the sword was introduced? He didn't know, but he had imagined that these swords would appear in the same era. It was a secret as to who was stronger and who was weaker.
Yang Xiong calmed himself down and read the following content:
I, a scholar of my generation, do not know anything about spears and clubs. I only like to collect some strange stories from the world and record them in this book. "On the night that I completed the number of times, I had a dream. I saw a young scholar holding a sword called Sorrow. He challenged the heroes of the world on Mount Yue Mang. At that time, the moon shed tears and the sun went on strike because of it. However, I only saw the sword on the right upper sword. There was no sword soul. The sword soul is the foundation of a sword. However, the sword soul is an item that can be encountered but not sought. However, the sword of Sorrow is called Sorrow and contains the sword intent of Sorrow. However, the sword intent is not the sword soul." If one wanted to obtain a true sword soul, one had to gather all the souls mentioned above into one. Only then could one achieve the highest sword soul in the world, and also the highest sword body in the world.
If this article is lucky enough to be encountered by the Lord of Sorrow, I hope you will take good care of yourself.
When Yang Xiong saw this, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart. It turned out that all of this was related to his Grief Sword. Yang Xiong took out his Sword of Sorrow and looked at these swords. He realized that the other swords seemed to be part of the Sword of Sorrow. The only difference was that they did not return. According to this senior, his Jianzhong already had a sword soul, but it was incomplete. What he needed to do was to complete the sword soul. However, the sword was the strongest sword in history. Where was he? Was he the strongest person in the world? This was the biggest problem that Yang Xiong was facing now. His own strength was the key. Otherwise, he would become a puppet of the sword. The sword would hurt people, and the sword would die. People would die easily…
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