Before he could understand what was going on, a voice appeared quietly in Oliver's consciousness.

"kill him!"

The vague voice gradually became clearer, and Oliver was in a trance, and a black light gradually appeared in his pupils.

Gradually, the voice in his head became stronger and stronger, and the murderous look in Oliver's eyes became more intense, and he even had a strong intuition in his heart, as if telling him that to stop this guy, he must stop him.

The strong murderous aura caused the surrounding demonic clouds to surge together.

Xu Tong naturally noticed this. Seeing this, he slowly stretched out his hand and held the Pure Yang Sword Soul in his hand.

After taking possession of the sword soul, a pure and powerful sword energy surged out uncontrollably, seemingly resisting Xu Tong.

Seeing this, instead of being angry, he slowly raised the sword soul and held it in his hand: "You want to kill me, how dare you!"

As he spoke, Xu Tong activated the power of formlessness.

"Tide all things!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword energy that was still resisting Xu Tong suddenly poured into Xu Tong's body.

Suddenly, bursts of poetry could be heard in my ears.

Communicate a golden elixir to the human world for eternity...

As the sound of poetry entered his ears, all of Xu Tong's dark energy disappeared, and his whole person began to have an ethereal aura.

More than 3,000 Dharma treatises have been practiced, and the magic pearl shines from the sword all night long.

I saw Xu Tong unconsciously raising the sword in his hand, and in an instant, I saw the pure Yang sword shining brightly like the moon.

A surge of majestic sword energy suddenly jolted Oliver's consciousness awake. The terrifying sword energy struck him, piercing his mind like a tough silver needle.

The unprecedented fear suddenly woke Oliver up from his hazy mental state.

"Sword Immortal!!!"

At the entrance of the hall, Daya screamed excitedly, unconsciously holding the fortune beside her with both hands and kneading it repeatedly.

There are three thousand laws in the world, and there are no swordsmen after the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

But since the death of Lu Zu, no one in the world has been able to cultivate this Pure Yang Sword Qi. It is said that the Pure Yang Sword Code left by Lu Zu is placed in Longmen Mountain of the Quanzhen Sect, and all Quanzhen Sect disciples can see it.

No one can truly succeed in cultivation.

Back in the palace, the drunkard killed the dragon with one sword. Even Taoist Master Xunlong was so frightened by that sword that he broke into cold sweat and even wanted to retreat for a time.

One can imagine how terrifying that drunk man's strength is.

The drunkard left a message to Xu Tong to find him alive because of Xu Tong's bottles of fire-burning knives, which was probably to test Xu Tong.

In the end, he didn't expect that Xu Tong really came back alive, so the drunkard added a pure Yang power to the pure Yang sword energy from the tree, turning it into a Pure Yang sword soul.

It contains the essence of swordsmanship in the Chunyang Sword Code, as well as the key tips for the drunkard to become a swordsman.

The original intention was to give Xu Tong an opportunity to find a sword and inject the sword soul into it. As long as he carries the sword all year round, he will naturally understand the sword's meaning as time goes by.

But even if the drunkard's cultivation was unfathomable and his sword became a heavenly being, he would never have imagined that Xu Tong would use the pure Yang sword soul as a medium to transform himself into a pure Yang body.

He even took the opportunity to have an epiphany of the Pure Yang Sword Canon for himself.

This is probably an opportunity that Xu Tong himself did not expect.

If he looks at his luck at this moment, he will find that his luck is rising steadily from unknown time, and there is a faint light shining on his luck from somewhere.

That was destiny, even if it was just for a moment.

For a moment, the image of the Pure Yang Sword Canon and the vast energy of Pure Yang appeared in his mind.

He closed his eyes and waved, and the Pure Yang Sword Soul in his hand was thrown straight into the Spear God Sword beside him.

Later, Art and Oliver were surprised to find that the sharp sword made a harsh buzzing sound, and with the buzzing sound, the holy light curse patterns on the sword began to blur.

"not good!!"

Seeing that the church's artifact began to self-destruct, Art was frightened and frightened in his heart. He wanted to step forward to stop the divine spear sword from continuing to tremble. However, before he even got close, he was blown away by the sword energy surging in the air.

"Click!!"

Oliver couldn't stop being ecstatic. He discovered that the sacred power nailed to his soul was about to disappear quickly.

Moreover, the Spear God Sword was actually full of cracks.

But he felt fear again, because he felt a power that made him even more afraid was resurrecting from the sword.

"asshole!!"

But Oliver may not know that at this moment, there is someone more angry and annoyed than him, and that is Mr. Tai, who is always observing all changes.

"You idiot, why don't you kill him? Do it quickly!!!"

Mr. Tai, who has always shown no emotion, started to get angry at this moment. Even he did not dare to reverse the trajectory of the script world. He had just interfered with Oliver's thinking. If a certified player discovers this matter and applies for arbitration, he will There will inevitably be backlash.

Even if Xu Tong is not a certified player, he does not dare to leave too many traces.

But what he didn't expect was that Oliver actually gave up.

At this moment, Mr. Tai wished he could personally remove Oliver from the script.

But he has no chance.

The A-mei in front of him always followed his every move with her eyes.

Seeing this, Mr. Tai took a deep breath and gradually calmed himself down: "Don't worry, I haven't lost yet!"

Amei didn't respond, silently looking at the picture in the crystal ball in front of her.

In the picture, the sacred weapon [Santias Spear Sword] recorded in the history of the church has disappeared, replaced by another simple sword.

Xu Tong stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the medium-sized sword, and gradually opened his eyes. In the black and white eyes, there was a silver ring.

I saw Xu Tong's hand caressing the sword lightly.

The originally wide sword blade was now only three fingers wide and three feet long. The cloud pattern on the sword was simple and unpretentious.

Xu Tong's hand touched it, and the sword's blade emitted a faint light. Suddenly, the surrounding temperature seemed to be blown by a warm wind, sweeping away the filthy atmosphere just now.

"Is this... still the church's sacred weapon [Santias Spear and Sword]?"

Art stared at the sword blankly, swallowing with difficulty, almost crying without tears.

This is one of the most precious artifacts of the church, second only to the Spear of Destiny.

Xu Tong's voice was very gentle, as if his hand was not a weapon, but a part of his body: "Forget about your old almanac, it has a new name!"

"What??"

"Call it Chunyang!"
Chapter completed!