"This sword?!" The breath of the drunk sword demon stagnated, and his pair of awakened, calm and murderous eyes could not help but emerged in their eyes that were full of murderous intent.

Drunk Sword Demon, Love Sword.

Love the sword.

This is also the common feature of sword cultivators.

The moment Su Xuan raised the Moro Sword, the drunk sword demon had not jumped for a long time, long time, and the trembling sword demon blood began to resonate, resonating with excitement.

From bloodline, to bone marrow, from sword intent, to true energy, everyone tells the Drunken Sword Demon that the Moluo in Su Xuan’s hand is an unimaginable sword!!!

It is a powerful sword that the drunken sword demon has spent more than 100,000 years looking for but can never find.

"Dongdongdongdongdong..." The heartbeat of the Drunken Sword Demon began to roar.

The Drunken Sword Demon stared at Moluo until the Moluo sword suddenly slashed... The Drunken Sword Demon suddenly realized that it was a life-and-death battle, and he felt the danger of death attacking.

I felt the coldness of the nirvana locked by the Moro Sword.

The Drunken Sword Demon did not want to escape. First, because he is a sword cultivator, he has his own sword-like heart and his own pride. Second, the space around him has been blocked, and even if he can forcibly break this blockade, it will take time and it will be too late. Third, he wants to get the strongest sword that he longs for after a glance, and he can't run away.

"Swish..." The sword light of the Moro Sword had already slashed.

"The blood of the sword demon, give me the power of the sword!" In the flash of lightning, the drunk sword demon let out a hoarse, low, and crazy roar.

The roar has not fallen.

But I saw countless sword lights burst out from the body of the Drunken Sword Demon.

However, the body of the Drunken Sword Demon was not broken into nothingness because of this.

On the contrary, after the sword light rhyme burst out, the rhyme did not disappear, but wandered around the drunk sword demon, forming a sword rhyme like a harem condensed by the rhyme of the sword light.

Following closely.

"call......"

The sword rhyme like a harem formed by the sword light condensation was all swallowed by the flesh of the Drunken Sword Demon. It was clearly visible that the flesh of the Drunken Sword Demon seemed to have a mouth suddenly, and it swallowed and absorbed it in big mouths, which looked very strange.

turn out to be.

The rhyme of sword light is the power of swordsmanship brought by the blood of the sword demon.

Absorbing these sword powers, the Drunken Sword Demon had already reached the level of the lower emperor's Nine Turns and began to climb!!!

It was violent and fierce and fierce, rising like a roar of a flood.

The Drunken Sword Demon itself is powerful enough, and his aura can shatter the feeling of the entire world of all sizes and small worlds. At this moment, as the aura increases, it will be even more terrifying!

However, in the blink of an eye, the sword light of the Moro Sword had already attacked.

The sword light of the Moro Sword does not have any special feeling, visually.

""Sword Slash"!" The drunk sword demon suddenly took action.

Put your hands together.

The left and right hands actually had two different sword intents.

The two sword intents were folded together through their hands, as if the Yin and Yang met.

One plus one, greater than two.

Complete and intact cohesion and fusion.

An indescribable aura of attack spread out from the heavy swords of both hands. The breath fluctuated, and the void turned into nothingness. Thousands of rules of Taoism became chaotic nothingness. If Su Xuan hadn't deliberately, the entire War Abyss would have turned into powder under this aura.

"hiss!"

Then, when the attacking aura was at its peak, the drunk sword demon's hands clasped together suddenly came from top to bottom, traversing the space in front of him.

A purple-black purple-black sword light burst out from his hands that were folded.

The sword light is subtle, like a purple-black line.

But, the ultimate condensation.

The six peak sword intent condensed into a feeling that was even more solid than solid, a feeling of 100% pure.

This kind of sword intent made Su Xuan frightened and amazed. It was definitely a skill that he had put in place, and he could not handle it for less than 100,000 years.

Such sword intent combined with the attacking artistic conception complement each other, as if a fish had encountered water.

It is worth mentioning that the attack on the artistic conception has also reached six stages.

The Drunken Sword Demon, the sword intent, drunkenness, and attack intent, reached the sixth stage. This is a super miracle that has been difficult to find the second one in a billion years.

However.

Even so.

Even if this sword is so powerful.

In the midst of lightning, this sword encountered the sword light of the Moro Sword.
Chapter completed!