I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 37 Breaking a promise
The Xunfeng spiritual pattern under Feng Xuan's feet flickered, and he followed the Xiaoyao Wangyue step.

Above the green blood wind, blood-colored light flowed and pierced Long Yang's heart squarely.

The crown of the prince on his head shone brightly, and the power of protection only poured down at this moment.

Block Feng Xuan outside.

"It is a tragedy for Jiang State to have a prince like you."

"Brother Wen shouldn't have died for a fool like you."

Feng Xuan pulled back, dodging the counterattack from the Crown Prince.

The black gold magic sword took the opportunity to slash at Yang Hongdao who was standing next to Long Yang.

Yang Hongdao was deeply influenced by the Confucian idea of ​​"ruler-ruler, minister-minister, father-father, son-son".

He never thought that the King Slayer would suddenly appear before his eyes.

The prince is also a king!
When the black gold magic sword slashed across his neck.

Yang Hongdao subconsciously activated the pair of cloth boots on his feet, which had helped him countless times.

He shuttled through the void and hid under the Blood Heart White Lotus.

Standing side by side with Yang Yong.

Ding Yin also couldn't believe it.

But at this moment, apart from covering his bleeding abdomen, all he had left was a deep sense of unwillingness.

Nie Wenyuan's knife flashed again, and Ding Yin's head flew high and rolled several times.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or obsession, but a pair of eyes that refused to close were still staring at Feng Xuan.

"Junior Brother Feng, you..."

Feng Xuan shook his head: "Brother Nie, wait for me to take the dog heads of Yang Yong and Yang Hongdao."

"Senior Brother Wen's revenge has been avenged."

"Dugu Luoren must be a relative of Queen Dugu of Yang State."

"Bi Xue Chang Feng should also be Yang Guo's most famous sword..."

Nie Wenyuan wanted to say something, but Feng Xuan handed him the Xuanjin magic sword.

"Senior Brother Wen is a hero. A hero's sword shouldn't be in the hands of a regicide!"

He drew out the Blood-Green Wind and rushed straight towards Yang Yong and the other man.

Yang Yong cut his wrists, and blood flowed into the bottom of the sword pool along with the suction force of the purple-black sword column.

Dang Dang Dang!
Although the Blood-Blue Sky was sharp, it could not break through the Blood-Heart White Lotus's defense in a short time.

Feng Xuan cursed in his heart: "Long Yang is such a fool."

"Too good to use such a precious treasure to aid the enemy."

"Even if the Emperor's Sword can really break this Blood Heart White Lotus."

"Why would Yang Yong give you the lotus heart?"

The purple-black sword pillar became smaller and smaller, and finally only a dark purple long sword was left floating in the air.

Yang Yong laughed wildly again: "Hahaha!"

"Destiny is in my hands! Destiny is in my hands!"

Yang Hongdao looked at Yang Yong, whose face was pale, and bowed.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, for obtaining a divine weapon and Taoist artifact to follow you."

"Back then, Emperor Taizu Jiang was able to seize half of Yang State and establish the Jiang State with only half of a Daoist seal."

"Your Highness now has the sword of His Majesty Taiyi following him."

"I will definitely dominate the five regions of the world and rule the nine heavens and ten earths!"

The broken sword in Feng Xuan's body changed at this time.

The broken sword flew out of Tongtian Palace directly, turned into a sword spirit, and merged into the long wind of green blood.

Feng Xuanfu's heart was filled with joy, and the evil spirits on his sword gathered together. This was the unique skill he learned from the broken stele of Emei.

"Heavenly Evil Sword Technique, cut!"

Click, click, click!

The white defensive light curtain of the Blood Heart White Lotus shattered with a sound.

Feng Xuan rushed in with a sword.

"what!"

Yang Yong was unable to react and cried out in pain.

His already pale face became extremely hideous.

In Yang Hongdao's hand appeared again the jade pen that had almost pierced Feng Xuan's head several times.

"The pen falls and the world is shocked!"

For some reason, Yang Hongdao did not throw out the jade pen to rescue Yang Yong.

Instead, he used his pen to draw lightning, and the inky black sword and the silver lightning in the sky seemed to be guided.

They entangled with each other, turning into a silver-black vortex, smashing into the depths of the sword pool.

"Your Highness, let's go!"

Yang Hongdao supported Yang Yong and was about to jump into the inky black sword pool.

Yang Yong said weakly, "Wait! My Heavenly Emperor Sword!"

He stretched out his remaining right hand and called upon the purple-black longsword in mid-air. With the "Emperor Sword" in hand, Yang Yong and Yang Hongdao leaped into the sword pool together.

At the bottom of the sword pool, a void passage appeared out of thin air.

Feng Xuan followed closely behind and took down the Blood Heart White Lotus in mid-air.

Using it to protect his body, he chased after the two men.

"Where to run?"

Although Feng Xuan did not refine the Blood Heart White Lotus, a mantra suddenly appeared in his mind.

"go with!"

The blood-heart white lotus is as swift as a flash of light and can grow in size as desired.

It actually turned into a size of several dozen feet, blocking the way for the two men.

Yang Hongdao shouted, "Your Highness, quickly use the Heavenly Emperor Sword to break this Blood Heart White Lotus."

"The void passage is inherently unstable. If it continues for a while longer, I'm afraid you and I will both shatter along with the passage and be buried here."

Seeing Feng Xuan approaching, Yang Yong still did not make any move.

Only then did Yang Hongdao realize that Yang Yong in his arms had already turned into a mummy.

All the blood in his body was sucked away by the Heavenly Emperor Sword in his right hand.

Yang Hongdao had no choice but to pierce Yang Yong's chest with a jade pen.

The moment the jade pen touched the shriveled heart.

It actually burst out with a soft jade light, and then the jade pen turned into a three-foot-long sword.

It is one of the two swords of Emperor Wen of Yang State, and also the real "Nine Five Title".

"Let the wind obscure the bright moon, and the Nine-Five unsheathed flag shatter the clouds!"

Feng Xuan didn't want to delve into the reason.

Why is the sword of the ruler of Yang State not on the crown prince Yang Yong?

Instead, it was in the hands of the emperor's nephew Yang Hongdao.

He only knew that Yang Hongdao was a target he had to kill.

Feng Xuan forced out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it onto the green blood wind.

"The blood is so green that it shines like the blue sky!"

The blood-red sword light shattered the void passage, and also shattered the way for Yang Hongdao and Feng Xuan to survive.

"Yang Hongdao, come on the road with me!"

"It's worth it to live this extra time!"

The sturdy figure who was always willing to protect him appeared before his eyes again.

Gradually, another strong figure slowly emerged.

Two figures stood in front of him.

It seems that no matter what happens, they will solve it for themselves.

"Father?"

"It's a pity that I can't help you get revenge."

"Although I haven't seen you for a day!"

Yang Hongdao's eyes were red as he looked at the void passage that was shattered into pieces.

He put away the title of emperor in his hand and took off Yang Yong's crown as the crown prince.

The talent in the body is injected into it without reservation.

He even bit his tongue and spurted out his blood to accelerate the activation of the Prince's Crown.

"You crazy person!"

boom!
The passage was broken, and the power of the void turned into a black vortex, cutting through everything and swallowing everything.

Even the purple-black "Emperor Sword" could not escape the suction of the black vortex.

Feng Xuan and Yang Hongdao are just mortals, how can they withstand the cutting of space?

In the darkness, twelve points of bright white light suddenly appeared.

A sigh also sounded at this time: "Ah!"

"I can only help you so far, Junior Brother!"

Twelve points of white light connected into one, turning into a crystal coffin of light, tightly protecting Feng Xuan inside.

On the Feilei Cliff of the Sword Ruins of My Mountain, Beigong Boyu and Feng Huang closed their eyes in contemplation.

Try to capture the trace of Tao hidden in the void.

According to legend, the peerless war god and the devil from the ancient heaven fought a great battle here.

The two were so powerful that they shattered the heaven and earth.

He also imprinted his principles and truths on the world.

"Brother Beigong, it's been almost three months."

"I only felt the sword marks as sharp as the wind. Did you feel anything?"

Beigong Boyu was about to speak.

A huge sword that was purple and black in color, yet as transparent as jade, fell from the void.

(End of this chapter)