Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

After collecting Bai Xian's residual soul into the hall space, Zhang Zhiwei did not rush in to repair them with his red hands.

He planned to let the "national teacher" warm up their souls first, and then repair them after they stabilized.

What he had to do now was... Zhang Zhiwei looked at the leech pill in his hand and found the sword spirit hidden inside.

The sword spirit was lurking in the corner, looking at him with eyes full of resentment and fear. He wanted to rush over, but was a little timid.

If this scene was seen by the people of Bihe Mountain, they would be shocked. When did the leech pill, which everyone talked about with fear, appear in such an unbearable scene.

Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved, and his consciousness sank into the sword. This was a space composed of black and white. The sword spirit lurking in it finally couldn't help it, and turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei stood in place, stretched out his ape arm, pinched the sword spirit's throat, and lifted it in the air.

Although Hiruwan was notorious, in Zhang Zhiwei's hands, it struggled like a little chicken, kicking its legs and holding Zhang Zhiwei's arms tightly, but it couldn't even stir up the slightest wave.

"Demon sword? I thought the sword spirit inside would be such a strange and evil existence, but it's just this thing?!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked up and down at Hiruwan, and to his surprise, Hiruwan's sword spirit was actually in human form.

"It looks like... you are not a naturally formed weapon spirit, but a weapon spirit produced by sacrificing a living person to the sword? No wonder you have such a strong resentment."

Sacrificing a living person to the sword is not a rare thing in the practice of weapons. For example, the famous sword Gan Jiang Moye was created in this way.

When Zhang Zhiwei mentioned the words of sacrificing a living person to the sword, the Hiruwan sword spirit's struggling movement suddenly stopped.

It curled up its legs and knelt in the air, humbly begging Zhang Zhiwei to let it go, and it also told Zhang Zhiwei about its past.

Zhang Zhiwei did not interrupt and listened quietly.

It turned out that the sword spirit of Hirumaru was actually the swordsmith of Hirumaru.

He was born into a famous swordsmith family, but he did not like swordsmithing. Instead, he liked swordsmanship. He wanted to be a swordsman, but was scolded by his father.

Facing a strong father, he could only obey, but even so, his obsession with swordsmanship never faded. In addition to swordsmithing, he would ask swordsmen who came to buy swords for swordsmanship. Relying on these scattered knowledge, his swordsmanship grew rapidly.

After growing to a certain extent, in order to test his strength, he began to challenge various martial arts halls, but he did not expect that he would not lose a single one.

Those long-established kendo masters could not even let him go all out. Every time he was at ease, he stopped at the right time and never hurt the life of the contestant.

But this angered all the dojos. They united and set a trap to kill the swordsmith in the name of a competition. In the end, the genius swordsmith died with hatred under the siege of everyone.

And his hatred and resentment turned into endless delusion and merged into the bloody long sword in his hand.

So far, Hirumaru was born.

"I never want to kill anyone. I just want to swing the long sword in my hand and have a fair duel with a real swordsman."

"I am not your opponent, but I beg you to give me your body and let me take the lead. I just want to find a real swordsman to duel. I will not use the abilities of other strong people in the sword..."

The sword spirit kept telling his unreasonable prayers.

From these words, Zhang Zhiwei also roughly understood what was going on with Hirumaru's sword.

In his opinion, Hirumaru's sword was a bit strange, just like a company.

The sword spirit and the sword holder were both controlling shareholders of the company, and each of them held nearly half of the controlling rights.

The souls of the strong men killed by the sword are the retail investors who do not have controlling rights.

The actions of the demons are determined by the decisions of these two shareholders.

When the shares of the sword holder are dominant, the demons tend to be rational.

When the shares of the sword spirit are dominant, the demons tend to be crazy.

In this repeated tug-of-war, the demons will become twisted and perverted, just like Eita.

But at the same time, because these two guys are pulling each other, Hirumaru cannot exert his true strength.

Because, although Hirumaru can absorb souls and master the abilities of souls before their death, the most important and powerful thing about this demon sword is actually the sword spirit inside.

But the sword spirit is just like the previous "national master". It is obsessed with taking over the body. Not only will it not help, but it will also have a great side effect, causing the demons to be distracted to resist the invasion of the sword spirit during the battle.

However, even so, Hirumaru still attracts many swordsmen, because in addition to the sword spirit that makes trouble, there are also the power of other killed souls that can be used, and this part of the power is extremely considerable.

There are two ways to truly unleash the full power of Hirugan.

One is that the east wind overwhelms the west wind, and completely subdues the rebellious sword spirit, and the sword spirit and the remnant soul work together, but this is very difficult, and basically no one can do it.

Because the sword spirit, a vengeful spirit born from obsession, is basically the same as a ghost, it is extremely difficult to persuade some paranoid old people, not to mention the paranoid ghosts who lack humanity.

It can be said that if there is no means like the arrest of spirits and the dispatch of generals, the sword spirit of Hirugan cannot be subdued, even if you beat him to death.

The second is that the west wind overwhelms the east wind, and the sword holder willingly gives up the control of the body without a trace of resistance and gives it all to the sword spirit.

This is also a method, but as mentioned before, the sword spirit is a paranoid ghost. It does not care about power and life and death, let alone the life of the sword holder.

Once it has full control of the body, it will not even use the power of other souls in Hirumaru. It will only use its swordsmanship to fight the enemy in the most fair and pure sword duel.

It can be said that the demon sword controlled by the Hirumaru sword spirit, although it has the conditions to fully exert all its power, is in the weakest state.

Because without the power of other souls to protect the body, the demon sword can be easily cut off. This is the simplest way to destroy the demon sword.

Any other method will cause the sword spirit and all the residual souls in the sword to counterattack.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the sword spirit kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy in front of him, and couldn't help touching his nose. Is he really so fierce? ! Can he force a paranoid evil ghost to kneel down and beg for mercy? !

However, let himself give up the control of the body and hand over the body to the sword spirit for a pure sword duel... How is this possible? !

Only the Japanese can make such a shameless and outrageous request.

Moreover, even if he had a brain injury and really did it, the "national master" would not agree, and would even tear the sword spirit apart directly.

In fact, the current "national master" is already ready to move. If it weren't for Zhang Zhiwei's suppression, it would have rushed in to avenge its Baixian brothers.

"For a resentful spirit with deep obsession, it is a relief to kill it directly. It's too easy for it. Maybe there is another way to deal with it!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the demon sword in his hand, and after thinking for a moment, a blue light came out of his hand, covering the sword spirit.

The voice of constant begging for mercy stopped abruptly, and the sword spirit's originally ferocious expression became peaceful.

Zhang Zhiwei used the ability of the blue hand to transform it.

He is not a person who likes to repay grievances with virtue. How can he repay virtue by repaying grievances with virtue?

He can actually do it if he wants to transcend this resentful spirit, but he is not happy.

The person who killed the evil spirit was a warrior from Japan, and had nothing to do with Shenzhou, but this demon sword caused a lot of killing in Shenzhou. Who will pay for this debt? !

As he said before, one person's blood is not enough to repay the debt. Eita's life is cheap, not enough, far from enough.

We Taoists don't talk about cause and effect, but about responsibility. You have to bear and be responsible for what you have done. Since you have killed so many people, you have to stay to pay the debt.

He wants to change the sword spirit of the demon sword from a traitor who can only affect the sword holder's mind and fight for the control of the body to a good assistant who assists the sword holder wholeheartedly, and realize the true unity of man and sword.

In this way, the new sword holder will become the strongest demon far beyond the past.

Of course, without the influence of the sword spirit, the sword holder is the sword holder himself, and can no longer be called a demon.

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Then, this sword will be used to deal with the Japanese pirates.

As for the other residual souls in this sword...

Zhang Zhiwei looked at them one by one. He used the means of receiving and guiding to take them out of the demon sword and save them. As for those in Japan, they remained as they were.

After all, many of the residual souls in it were warriors who were killed when they besieged the sword spirit. Their responsibility was none of his business.

It was not complicated to use the blue hand to transform the sword spirit, and it was completed quickly.

The previously ferocious and terrifying vengeful spirit became humble and knelt on one knee in front of Zhang Zhiwei, waiting for his orders.

Zhang Zhiwei patted the sword spirit on the head: "Whoever I designate in the future, you will control Hirumaru to assist him with all your strength!"

"I will follow the instructions of the master!"

The sword spirit responded with its head down.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded with satisfaction, and his consciousness withdrew from the demon sword.

He weighed the long sword in his hand. It was still the same weight and feel as before, with little change, almost the same as before.

But it was only in his hands. If it was handed over to someone else, it would be seen that there was a drastic change.

"This thing is like chicken ribs to me, even worse than the Dongfeng Great Sword."

"At least the material of the Dongfeng Great Sword is tough enough, and there is no possibility of breaking."

"If it is this demon sword, I am afraid that a few Flying Thunder Swords will destroy it."

"However, if it is used normally, it is still not likely to be scrapped. Who should I give it to?"

Zhang Zhiwei thought about it and first ruled out Zhang Huaiyi and Tian Jinzhong.

Zhang Huaiyi has thunder magic, so he doesn't need this thing, and he is a person with his own pursuits and will not rely on this thing.

Although Tian Jinzhong is a little weaker than Zhang Huaiyi, he is the same in other aspects, and if he uses this thing in Longhu Mountain, the master will have to beat him.

Old Lu has been flawless all his life, and this kind of demon sword that kills people and devours souls should not be appreciated.

Lü Ci probably likes it, but he is in the rising period of cultivation, and giving him this thing will harm him.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Zhiwei decided to give this demon sword to Wang Ai.

Fatty was busy with the affairs of the Tiantong Church, and had delayed his cultivation. Although he had allocated a lot of faith power to him, this thing was the same as Qi. If there was no means to protect the way, it would be useless.

Now, besides his own divine paint, Wang Ai's most powerful means was to invite the "national master", but this was a special move, how could he use it lightly?

This demon sword is most suitable for him. In the next period of time, the Magic City and even the entire Shenzhou land will be in trouble. As an archbishop, he must have some strength to rely on. Letting him wield the demon sword and become a demon may not be a bad choice.

However, before giving it away, there is still one thing to do. Zhang Zhiwei looked at the standard Japanese sword style Hirudowa in his hand and felt a little annoyed.

"Since it is transformed, then transform it more thoroughly."

He first communicated with the sword spirit inside and asked the sword spirit to cooperate. The sword spirit had been transformed and naturally would not object.

Then, he stared at Hirudowa, and his pupils flashed with lava-like light. Hirudowa was instantly wrapped in flames. The temperature of this flame was quite high.

Under its calcination, Hirudowa began to turn red, and then its appearance began to change, from a Japanese sword to the ancestor of Japanese swords-Tang horizontal sword.

Originally, Zhang Zhiwei wanted to turn Hirugan into an eight-sided Han sword, but the difference between the eight-sided Han sword and the Japanese sword was too great. After all, he was not a weapon refiner. If he made a rash move, he might damage the spiritual weapon. The difference between the Tang horizontal sword and the Japanese sword was small. With the cooperation of the sword spirit, it would be harmless with a slight modification.

After Hirugan was transformed into a Tang sword, Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand, and a ball of black asphalt-like Yin thunder appeared in his palm, wrapping Hirugan and quenching it.

Then, he switched Yin thunder to Yang thunder, heated Hirugan again, and then switched to Yin thunder quenching.

After going back and forth several times, Hirugan became smaller, but at the same time, because of the thunder quenching, its texture became much stronger.

The current Hirugamaru is unlikely to be cut off even if the residual soul and sword spirit inside it do not work. Of course, if it takes out a magic weapon like the Sanwu Female and Male Sword, it is still vulnerable.

After tempering, Zhang Zhiwei took the sword, casually made a few knife flowers, and walked towards the inside of the dojo.

Earlier, when he came to chase Eita, Zhang Huaiyi was curious and followed to take a look. Seeing Zhang Zhiwei slap Eita to death with a slap, he was worried that Zhang Zhiwei would say that he was lazy and not doing his job, so he left to deal with the fish that slipped through the net in the dojo.

Under the siege of Zhang Huaiyi, Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others, the battle inside the dojo has ended, and all the Japanese pirates have been killed by several people.

The corpses were gathered and piled up on the parade ground, piled up high, like a small Jingguan, and the bright red blood flowed all over the ground.

Chen Zhen stared at this blankly, his heart still a little dazed. The Hongkou Dojo, which he had always regarded as a mortal enemy, was destroyed just like that. Everything that happened today seemed like a dream.