I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 118 The Myriad Sword Soul!

The Wushuang sword soul exuding an endless killing aura, entrenched in Fang Qingran's palm, seemed extraordinarily docile.

"Is this wisp of unparalleled sword soul called [Slaughter]?"

Whispering in a low voice, he skillfully repeated the action that he couldn't remember how many times, intercepted a ray of true meaning, and merged it into the Yin-Yang sword soul in his body.

If he took the initiative to release the current sword soul, no one would be able to tell that it was the original Yin-Yang sword soul.

It has been developed and transformed all over the body, and it has completely become the shape of Fang XX! (sad)

The moment the Yin-Yang Sword Soul added a ray of sincerity, Fang Qingran was shocked suddenly, and the golden body of Myriad Tribulations was fully operating to the limit, and the bones sent out bursts of overwhelmed sounds.

It's so full, it's almost overflowing!
Realizing that the body's endurance had reached its upper limit, Fang Qingran stopped being greedy, and concentrated on polishing the Yin-Yang Sword Soul that mixed a lot of true meaning of the Sword Soul.

"There are a total of 99 kinds of sword soul true meanings of different qualities!"

The mixed breath of the sword soul gradually merged into one, and when a ray of extremely pure light radiated out, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

His only wife, Sword Soul, was born!
"There is yin and yang, but it's not just yin and yang. It would be impolite to call it Yin-Yang Sword Soul."

The light in his eyes moved slightly, and Fang Qingran thought of the name of this newborn sword soul.

"All-encompassing, the Dao is in harmony with the universe...so I will call you, Wanxiang Sword Soul, okay?"

The newly born Vientiane Sword Soul rushed out of his body, circled around his body as if swearing sovereignty, and then covered the body surface, slowly melting into every inch of bone.

Fang Qingran officially started the second step of forging the foundation of the sword soul - the fusion of the sword soul.

It is not finished just to build the wife, coaxing her home is the end.

At this time, the interior of Jianzhong was extremely quiet, as if afraid of disturbing the young man, no one spoke or talked.

When they looked at each other, they could see almost the same emotion from each other's eyes.

That boy really managed to do it, this incredible achievement!
Even if it wasn't integrated into a complete sword soul, the huge number still made everyone present amazed and looked sideways.

Mu Yong doubted that the youth's sword soul was absolutely stable in the quality of Wushuang sword soul.

It's just that there is no way to judge how powerful this sword soul can be.

Everyone is secretly speculating in their hearts, secretly scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks anxiously. The mood full of discovery is like hearing the climax of listening to a book. Decomposition" readers, viewers.

Except for one person.

He is An Daoran.

"I've waited for so many years, and finally it's time to harvest."

The old man spoke plainly, unable to hide his excitement, and approached Fang Qingran's footsteps, from a steady and slow walk at the beginning, to a gradual acceleration, until it turned into a gallop.

He no longer hides himself, he laughs wildly, presumptuously, flamboyantly, full of evil!
For a certain possibility, he waited here and waited for the start of the 57th Sword Tomb Trial, a total of [-] years!

The arrogant laughter echoed in the entire sword mound, Ji Huaixing sensed the deep malice hidden in it, and he did not hesitate at all. With a long cry, he drew his sword out of its sheath:

"An Daoran, what do you want to do?!"

The mighty fourth-order non-extinguishing aura soared into the sky, and the many swords inserted obliquely on the ground in the sword mound clanked, and his whole body turned into a ray of light, rushing away.

The domain of sword masters that belonged to him unfolded, and some weak-willed swordsmen seemed to be gripped by an invisible big hand, their faces flushed red, and they almost passed out.

Those who are a little stronger are not too comfortable. They are like a lonely boat floating in the turbulent waves. It is the limit to barely stabilize oneself, and there is no energy left to pay attention to the surrounding conditions.

Realizing that he was too excited and cared too much about the safety of the Italian party, which caused the status of many participants to decline sharply, Ji Huaixing hurriedly restrained some of the sword master's domain.

But his speed did not decrease at all. At this moment, the breakthrough reached a new peak.

As he approached An Daoran, he sensed the undisguised malice, so he didn't bother to waste his words. The Xingyun sword bone blessed his body, and he slashed out with a sword.

Xingyun Qianliu, kill!

"Hehe, the disciples cultivated by this old guy, Gu Donglai, really have a way."

A sword with murderous intent slashed head-on, but An Daoran didn't show any panic. The old god stretched out his index finger and middle finger on the ground, and just pinched him in front of him.

"how is this possible???"

Ji Huaixing's pupils trembled, he noticed the old man's malicious smile, he didn't care to snatch back the long sword, let go and leaned back.

The powerful punch was struck out in the air, causing ripples visible to the naked eye, and the green shirt on his body instantly became tattered, like a beggar.

"Didn't you notice the change in yourself?"

An icy arc rose from the corner of An Daoran's mouth, he twisted his body and kicked Ji Huaixing away, exerting strength with both arms, he forcibly broke the long sword glowing with spiritual luster into two halves, kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it into the In the mouth, chewing and creaking:

"The strength of the vast majority of people comes from the two aspects of martial arts and supernatural powers amplified by spiritual seeds.

In this case, the deity only needs to do a little work on this, and you can be reduced to nothing within a certain period of time.

This feeling is hard, right?

However, this is the sorrow of the frog in a well who is unwilling to take the initiative to approach the imaginary world and study the imaginary world.

You don't know how many brilliant civilizations have been bred in the imaginary world!

A little use of the little 'heresy' that he has mastered is enough to make this deity invincible here! "

Resisting Ji Huaixing's punch casually, he smiled disdainfully, and threw him away again:
"Tianshu Shiying, what a mess!"

His ears twitched slightly, hearing the killing cries from around him, he suddenly turned around, put his hands around the faces of the first two people who rushed forward, hit them hard, and fell forward, knocking over several people.

There was a peculiar rhythm in his breathing, and the muscles all over his body suddenly swelled a full circle, and he took the initiative to charge into the crowd of sword cultivators.

Ji Huaixing was defeated in just a few rounds. These sword cultivators whose strength had plummeted would not be the opponent of An Daoran, but they still went on and on, going forward indomitably.

Just because they have the same belief in their hearts!
"Just relying on you to try to stop me? It's ridiculous!"

After taking care of the last person, he casually threw the unconscious young man on the ground. An Daoran strode forward, fixed his eyes on the young man who stood up slowly, and stood still more than ten meters away, looking at it with great interest:
"The sword soul fusion seems to be a success?"

Shaking his head with a smile, he stretched out his palm unhurriedly, as if holding everything in his palm:

"Congratulations, little one.

But this is meaningless, cherish the last bit of time spent with this sword soul.

Wait a minute, and I'll strip it from your body.

Only the deity is qualified to control it.

It is my property!

I've been...waiting for it to come..."

(End of this chapter)