The old man's eyes lit up, and he took out a large, bright red gourd from somewhere and started drinking from it, looking like he was watching a show.

This old man was none other than Zhou Tong, who had met Yang Zhen once.

As soon as Zhou Tong finished speaking, there was a sudden blast of terrifying air waves erupting from the Sword Demon's body, instantly razing the entire mountain to the ground. Countless people screamed and flew backwards.

Jiulong and Tianshan Saint Lord frowned and looked at the Sword Demon, with a look of shock on their faces.

The aura of the Sword Demon became even stronger, and he looked like a sharp sword.

"Boy, you are right. Everything is a sword. I... am the only sword in the world!"

Buzz! With a buzzing sound, the violent black air waves from the Sword Demon condensed into a huge black sword in mid-air. It looked extremely terrifying and gave people a frightening feeling.

When someone noticed the Sword Demon's eyes, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed in horror, "Look, Senior Sword Demon, it seems he has also been possessed by a demon!"

Jiulong was stunned and looked intently into the Sword Demon's eyes. Those pitch-black pupils were as deep as the endless starry sky.

“No…” Jiulong shook his head and said, “This is not possessed by a demon. This is entering a strange state.”

“Not possessed by a demon?” Tianshan Saint Lord hesitated and said, “From the weather, it seems that he is indeed possessed by a demon.”

Jiulong still shook his head and said, "After being possessed by the devil, he lost all consciousness, but he still has consciousness. This... This is no longer the consciousness of the Sword Devil."

"You mean..." Tianshan Saint Lord was surprised and said, "He cut off the Dao?"

Jiulong nodded solemnly and said, "It's not just as simple as beheading the Dao. He beheaded himself and everything. Only his body is left."

The Saint Lord of Tianshan opened his mouth but said nothing, with a look of horror on his face.

How cruel can a person be? The crazy Sword Demon even killed himself. Is he still a Sword Demon?

Or rather, this is a new...living being! The Sword Demon laughed loudly and walked towards Yang Zhen and the sword maniac Luo Shanyang step by step.

Everyone was terrified. Every step the Sword Demon took seemed very slow, but his speed was extremely fast. He almost came behind the sword maniac Luo Shanyang in one step and put his hand on Luo Shanyang's shoulder.

Luo Shanyang was panting like an ox, his face was covered in sweat. He turned around and stared at the Sword Demon blankly. He opened his mouth dryly and said bitterly, "Master!"

The Sword Demon was shocked when he heard this, and he sighed and said, "I was wrong, I was indeed wrong. I was too obsessed with inheritance and thoughts, but I didn't realize that a sword is just a sword, there is no way there can be so many messy emotions in it!"

Hearing the Sword Demon's words, Luo Shanyang's face changed drastically, his whole body felt like a sieve, he opened his mouth, and almost cried out: "Master... Master?"

"Go, it is your master who is sorry for you!" After saying this, the Sword Demon slapped Luo Shanyang on the top of his head.

After this slap, Luo Shanyang was like being pierced by a sharp sword, and his whole body was split into two halves.

A hysterical scream was heard, and Luo Shanyang's soul had just rushed out of his body when it was grabbed by the Sword Demon and thrown into his mouth.

“Dig the grass!” Yang Zhen was startled and shouted subconsciously: “Crunch?”

How come this old man eats everything, and right under the nose of this slut? This is too weird.

The Sword Demon's sudden action made everyone break out in cold sweats.

It was a whole hill, but of course it is now flat. Everyone was staring at the sword demon, who was surrounded by black air, with his face completely pale.

"Luo Shanyang was killed by his own master?"

No one could accept this fact for a moment.

This clean and crisp slap, this unrestrained bite, just like what Yang Zhen said, it was crunchy! Crazy, this old man Jian Mo must be crazy! Everyone swallowed their saliva and looked at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen wished that these people’s eyeballs would explode.

Damn it, why are you looking at me? Just do what you should do.

"Well... my soul is not fragile!" Yang Zhen grinned with the most sincere smile and slowly moved to the side.

The Sword Demon's eyes were completely dark, and Yang Zhen didn't know whether the Sword Demon was looking at him. He could only slowly think of a way to escape.

The Sword Demon suddenly grinned like Yang Zhen and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Run, kid!"

A loud shout was heard, and Jiulong came with a sword in his hand. In just a moment, he arrived behind the Sword Demon.

"Sword Demon, are you really crazy?"

Boom! The sound of the swords clashing could be heard. The Sword Demon did not even turn his head back. He raised his hand and blocked Jiulong's full-strength sword! Jiulong stumbled back with a surprised look on his face. He cursed, "Old man, you broke through again?"

“It’s none of your business!”

The Sword Demon didn't even turn his head, staring at Yang Zhen with his dark eyes, and said, "You are special!"

Yang Zhen grinned and said, "Thank you for the compliment!"

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The Sword Demon reached out and patted Yang Zhen's shoulder again.

Yang Zhen’s soul almost came out, and he swung his sword towards the Sword Demon, hitting the Sword Demon’s hand.

How strong is Yang Zhen at this moment?

This strike of sword, coupled with the weight of the Great Sword, broke the Sword Demon's hand in two, which hung at the elbow, looking like it could break at any time.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

One of the Sword Demon's hands was actually broken?

However, this was not what shocked everyone. After this strike, the Sword Demon just glanced at his broken hand, nodded and said, "Not bad."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other hand was raised.

Yang Zhen felt a chill on his back and gritted his teeth, ready to fight the old man to the death.

At this moment, a colorful ribbon suddenly came from behind, wrapped around Yang Zhen's waist, and sent him flying back.

Yang Zhen turned his head and immediately grinned, saying in shock: "Thank you, young lady!"

The Holy Lord of Tianshan looked solemn, stopped in front of Yang Zhen, and said, "Back off!"

"Okay!" Yang Zhen shrank his neck and hid behind Fu Yao and others.

Fu Yao and others instantly moved away from Yang Zhen for a distance, looked at Yang Zhen as if he were a monster, and then turned their attention back to the Sword Demon.

The Sword Demon had one arm broken off, but his expression did not change at all when facing the two great saints, the Saint Lord of Tianshan and the Saint Lord of Nine Dragons.

"You two are no match for this old man."

The Sword Demon's voice sounded like he was narrating a real event, but it made everyone's faces tremble with fear.

This posture is much more handsome than Yang Zhen just now.

After all, they were two Saints. What on earth did the Sword Demon realize that he dared to fight against two Saints alone? Buzz! With a light sound, the Willow Heart Sword in the hand of Luo Shanyang's corpse suddenly flew up and hovered next to the Sword Demon.

Yang Zhen pointed at the Liu Xin Sword and said to the people around him, "That's mine!"

Fu Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhen, and Li Qingfeng moved away from Yang Zhen for a distance, as if he was really afraid of Yang Zhen! (End of this chapter)