Demonic Sword-Sorrow
Yang Xiong thought of his Sword Soul, but what would the Sword of Sorrow look like with a Sword Soul? He was thinking about this problem now. There were still a few pages in the book in his hand that he had not finished reading. He was looking forward to it. He did not know what the rest of the story would say, but the sword of sorrow was definitely very powerful. However, he did not know if there was an introduction to the sword of sorrow at the end.
Yang Xiong continued to read the rest of the article expectantly. The next page wrote: This sword is called Sorrow, but it is just a guess. It is seven feet long and has three blades. There is a sword manual as an example.
Yang Xiong immediately opened the simple sword and saw that the sword looked the same as his own sword, but there were four dragons missing from the hilt. Yang Xiong's current merger had four dragons, so what about in the future?
I don't know what a sword soul looks like without a sword soul. However, if you take these swords, you must not take the sword soul for your own use. Don't let the swords become self-conscious. This would only cause the wielder to go berserk…
" Qi deviation." Seeing these words, Yang Xiong thought of his strange dream. Was it a sign of Qi deviation? However, he did not know if the Sword of Sadness had a Sword Soul or not. Even if he wanted to collect a Sword Soul, he had to have a certain ability! Yang Xiong felt troubled when he thought of this. There were many things to do now!
If he wanted to absorb the Sword Soul into his body, it was very simple to fuse with the sword. The body was the sword, and the sword was the body. He had his own consciousness to control the development of the world. It wasn't hard to put in effort. As for the path, he would figure it out himself!
Yang Xiong felt a chill down his spine when he saw this. It was impossible for him to joke about such an important matter! Forget it, let's continue reading!
It was easy to absorb the sword soul into the sword body, but how the sword soul entered one's body depended on whether one was the one who controlled the sword or the sword was the one who controlled the sword. This was the same for any sword warrior.
When Yang Xiong saw this, he thought,"Any sword is the same, then what about 'longing'?" Did he also have a Sword Soul? Yang Xiong was just about to test the sword, but he immediately realized that he was being a little too rash. Did it make any difference whether someone had finished watching it or not?
However, a person could only take in the sword soul of one sword. In this way, the sword and the person would depend on each other in life and death, which was also the saying of fate.
Seeing this, Yang Xiong was shocked. Fortunately, he did not act rashly just now. Otherwise, he would be finished. Yang Xiong continued to read the book. He was not in a hurry. After reading this book, his cultivation would increase, and he would be able to better subdue that annoying golden dragon.
The Sword of Sorrow was originally the number one demonic sword of time. Those who have this sword must not benefit the people. For this reason, I left the sad sword skill for my later years for reference only.
Yang Xiong flipped through the book and saw the Grieving Sword Technique. There were nine sword techniques in total. The first technique was Grieving Sword Technique. Yang Xiong stared at the pickled vegetables in the sword technique without blinking. He was already exclaiming in his heart that this sword technique could be used with the Grieving Sword Technique! Yang Xiong took out the Grieving Sword and slowly demonstrated the first move. His mood had already been expressed in the Romance of Sword Skills. The second style, the sadness of the sky. The third style, Sorrow of the Earth. The fourth form-Human Sorrow. The fifth move, Sorrow of the Sword. The sixth form, Sorrow and Emotion. The seventh move, Ghosts and Demons Wounded Together. The eighth move, Demon God's Sorrow. The ninth move, Sorrow Sword Death.
After Yang Xiong finished reading the nine moves of the Sword of Sorrow, he began a new round of deduction. This was the sword technique that he had to learn because he wanted to learn the sword technique that he had set his heart on early. These were his foundations. With Fatty Cai's foundation, he could get rid of the dross and extract the essence. When Yang Xiong thought of this, he tried even harder to connect with the sword technique. However, he had encountered a bottleneck in the first poem. No matter how hard he practiced, he could not reach that realm. What else could he do? He had been practicing here, but he did not know the first move and could not learn the second move. There was an insight at the end of the book. He said,
This sword skill was created in his later years, but the requirements were very high. When practicing the sword skill, one could only learn the second move after mastering the first move. Otherwise, it would cause Qi deviation.
Every time Yang Xiong thought of this Qi deviation, he would feel uncomfortable. Why did he have to say that he had Qi deviation for no reason? It was as if the Eight Divisions wanted him to go back to Qi deviation as soon as possible? The more Yang Xiong thought about it, the angrier he got. What was all this? Looking at the table, Yang Xiong was not angry. He pointed his sword at the table. Moreover, it was a sword skill that he had just learned. It also carried a certain amount of hunger and resentment. When the sword was released, the air was filled with a kind of emotion called resentment. There was a faint sadness in the resentment. Yang Xiong suddenly thought of the word 'sorrow' in the Sword of Sorrow. He was not sad enough. There was no more sadness in his heart. What else could he sit on the ground and press? He did not know where the sadness came from, but he knew that the problem now was his mentality.
With a good mentality, everything could be handled well. Yang Xiong sat there without moving. His sword was placed on the table. The table didn't change. Yang Xiong couldn't observe too much because he was thinking about his past, everything he had, and his mentality. These were the most important questions for Yang Xiong now. Yang Xiong sat there motionlessly. There was no time here. There was nothing to remember the time. Yang Xiong didn't know how long he had been doing it. Yang Xiong thought of everything that had happened to him in the 21st century, his parents, and his cute little sister. How were they now? Did they know their current situation? Did he know about his current lifestyle? Did he know about his life in the other world?
The road was long. How much more could he do to make his heart feel less indebted? If he didn't know, then he could only go back and tell his parents in person," Dad, Mom, I was wrong.”A song called 'Father' rang in Yang Xiong's mind. Raising a son was for old age, but what about her hungry father? Is he alright? Yang Xiong's heart began to tremble when he thought of this.
When he thought of his own world, where he did not see his parents and was inexplicably killed again, it was difficult for him to calm down! What was all this! There were also some of his encounters in the other world. In the two years in Sheng Lin, Ya did not even know how he survived. If it were not for the little condor, he would probably have died in that place by now. Yang Xiong thought of the Little Condor again. During the years he spent with the Little Condor, he felt that the Little Condor was his family here. With the Little Condor, everything would be better. But what if the little condor left one day? How would he face it? Also, how should he deal with the current problems of the Supreme Alliance and the Blood Prison Alliance in the outside world? He had learned from Meng Po about the situation of the Supreme Sect and the Blood Prison Alliance, and he was also very upset!
Fearless and his 11 subordinates were heading towards the Blood Prison Alliance's Holy Land. There was nothing blocking them on the way, which made them feel strangely calm. However, as soon as they approached the Holy Land, his heart began to throb. He didn't know why, but it was very simple. There was danger approaching, and it was very powerful. He ordered everyone to be on guard. He quickly walked forward, but he was not far away. He felt a murderous aura. It was very heavy and intense, but he didn't dare to get close. He carefully walked forward, but not far away, he noticed a fight in front of him.
Three people and a condor. Under the siege of 20 people, the big brother was already injured. Moreover, the three of them were very weak and were almost on the verge of death. However, the condor was also at a disadvantage when it helped the three of them. Fearless thought to himself, who is this person to have such a powerful pet? However, he found familiar faces when he moved forward. The three leaders of the Blood Prison League were so weak here. He couldn't figure it out! So he began to hesitate whether he should help or not. What if he helped? However, when he saw those twenty people, he felt an inexplicable anger in his heart. He was quite familiar with these twenty people! What was all this! Kill! Fearless ordered. The 11 people entered the battle. Instantly, Wang Feng and the other two felt a lot better. They ran to the side to recuperate because they knew that there would be more problems later. In the three days that Yang Xiong had been in, they had already received a few rounds of attacks. They were initially lucky, but today, all 20 of them had attacked. They were a little at a loss. However, in such a battle, they had already displayed their best strength, but they almost died. When Wang Feng and the other two saw Fearless Tyrannical, they felt terrible. Fearless Tyrannical, what was he doing here? Could it be for a Saint? Impossible! However, he was here today. The three of them had decided to ask Fearless Tyrannical after the battle was over. Even if they lost all their martial arts, they had to protect the Saint. Otherwise, it would be difficult to say what would happen.
The eleven people rushed into the battle circle, and the little condor felt that the pressure on it was much less, so it began to kill these people and take care of them. The little condor also ruthlessly killed them and began to work hard.
The battle gradually came to an end with the addition of these people. Little Condor used his fastest speed to create the highest killing record. Little Condor had eight people, Fearless Tyrannical had six people, and the last six people were surrounded and killed by the other poets. Fearless was unable to accept this record. He had already tried his best to kill his enemies, but he was still two players lower than the other party. Fearless felt a little embarrassed.
Fearless Tyrannical's expression was also seen by Wang Feng and the other two. Lan Huo immediately stood up and said,"Hehe, Brother Ba Dao is really helpless!”
"Who's talking to you?"
"Brother Ba Dao, how have you been?"
It was very difficult for the snowstorm to follow the new one today! I don't know what's going on these two days, but I'm a little stuck. Agent Nan just can't write a lot of things. Everyone, understand the helplessness of the blizzard! It was because Feng Xue had spent a lot of effort to write this book! I hope to receive your support. Thank you.
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