The Blood-Crying Demon Saint was completely frightened. He couldn't even believe that the azure-blue sword that was shining with bright light that he was holding in his left hand was actually Xu Yang's phantom.

Of course, the so-called phantom was nothing more than a materialized manifestation of Xu Yang's mental power. But even so, being able to get help in this form made the Blood-Crying Demon Saint flattered for a moment, and an indescribable gratitude surged up from the bottom of his heart.

The Blood-Crying Demon Saint secretly swore in his heart that as long as he could win this battle, then from today on, his life would belong to Xu Yang.

In the future, he will definitely follow Xu Yang's lead. He admires Xu Yang from the bottom of his heart for having such a broad mindset that tolerates everything. After all, with Xu Yang's strength, identity and status, he would never lower his status for a demon under his command.

Little did he know that Xu Yang did this because he wanted to bring the Blood-Crying Demon Saint an unprecedented transcendental experience in his own way. After all, holding the jade-blue soul sword in his hand would allow the Blood-Crying Demon Saint to approach the most powerful swordsmanship in the world as never before.

Xu Yang also hopes to be able to influence the Bloodthirsty Demon Saint through his own aura during the battle, giving him the experience of a true peak battle, thereby helping him to open up his own future cultivation path as soon as possible.

Originally he only used one sword, but now the two-handed sword was officially formed. With such an unparalleled basic condition, the vitality flowing in the body of the Bloodthirsty Demon Saint was released in the form of purer blood, making him look like a real demon god, extremely terrifying and full of murderous intent.

The appearance of this scene really made the chief elder of the Shura lineage in front of him completely dumbfounded. Even if he did not take action, he already felt trembling when facing the state of the Weeping Blood Demon Saint in front of him.

There was no longer any desire for victory in his heart, because the state of the Blood-Crying Demon Saint was too terrible, especially with the blessing of Xu Yang's spiritual sword.

The aura emanating from him could even swallow up everything around him, to the point that even the arrogant War King Wuxin before him did not hold out the slightest hope of winning this battle.

He just hoped that he could leave his name in front of such a terrifying opponent.

"Damn it, what exactly is the purpose of that powerful human being?

It’s incredible that I can help you in this way.”

At this time, the Blood-Crying Demon Saint had already lost all desire to talk to this guy. The only thing he wanted to do now was to exert all his strength to the fullest in this battle, and to experience the positive influence Xu Yang brought to him. He was eager to practice his skills again and again in combat, trying to figure out his own way.

/Sure enough, the next moment, the whole body of the Weeping Blood Demon Saint burst out with unparalleled, super explosive power. In an instant, his body movement speed was once again increased to the extreme, refreshing the fastest speed he had ever achieved. Only countless blood-colored afterimages were left in the void, and they slammed down in front of the chief elder of the Shura lineage, the War King Wuxin. The two swords combined to create a blue sword light.

A ray of sword light with two colors formed a cross pattern in the void, breaking through all the power seals and obstacles brought by the external space, and directly locked onto the body of War King Wuxin.

Boom!

Two sword beams were swung out at the same time. After the sword beams in the form of a cross seal exploded, the body of Wuxin, the chief elder of the Shura lineage, and all the protective power around him completely collapsed.

It felt like a person standing alone in front of a thousand huge tides, and just the burst of the first wave was enough to shatter him to pieces.

The mountain-like pressure had already exceeded the limit of War King Wuxin's ability to resist. His heart had begun to collapse, but he still gritted his teeth and had not given up completely. He was still fighting stubbornly, because he knew very well that he was carrying the dignity of the Shura lineage on his shoulders. If he was easily defeated by the Blood-Crying Demon Saint in front of him, then all his glory would come to an abrupt end after today's battle.

His title of Wuxin War King will also become a laughing stock in the entire inheritance of the Six Meridians of the Human Spirit. He will not allow all the glory and achievements accumulated in his life to be destroyed in this battle.

Therefore, there are not many chances left for Wuxin Zhan Wang to resist. He must seize every minute and every second to find an opportunity to counterattack immediately, so as to fundamentally reverse the situation.

"Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have two swords?"

"The Shura Shinto God King has resurrected."

As soon as the words fell, an incomparably huge divine light descended from the void. Surrounded by this divine light, a huge totem of an ancient statue slowly emerged.

However, what Xu Yang never dreamed of was that the so-called statue of god summoned by the totem of the Shura Holy Law lineage was actually the appearance of the good friend who had fought alongside him hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Speaking of the protagonist of this so-called image with the title of God King, he was once a disciple of Xu Yang when he first founded his sect hundreds of thousands of years ago. However, later on, because of the disgrace of Xu Yang's Xuantian Sword Sect, this disciple left the sect and created his own lineage. Later, he actually overcame all obstacles and reached the pinnacle of the mainland's cultivation world.

However, at that time Xu Yang had already ascended to become a god, breaking the ceiling of the cultivation order of the main continent hundreds of thousands of years ago and leaving the main continent plane.

And after reaching Xu Yang's level, the strongest among the remaining cultivators on the main continent is the so-called God King Totem in front of him.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of thousands of years later, the martial arts he left behind has evolved into the martial arts of the Shura lineage in the Kunlun Divine Way today.

I have to say that cause and effect really are a cycle and the laws of nature are unpredictable.

"Hahaha, I never thought that after hundreds of thousands of years, I would meet my old friend in this way. It's a pity that you have long been buried in the long river of history, and now your successor has the opportunity to fight against my people. If this is the case, then I will personally suppress you, the younger generation, so that you can admit defeat with all your heart."

This time, Xu Yang's voice actually came out directly from the blue sword light on the left hand wall of the Blood-Crying Demon Saint.

At the same moment, the so-called totem of God summoned by this guy in front of him seemed to have heard Xu Yang's voice and emitted an extremely restless soul fluctuation.

Of course, what is sealed in this totem is no longer the soul of that person back then, but a trace of his thoughts that he has integrated into his own Taoist tradition to pass on to future generations. It cannot truly communicate with Xu Yang, but he can clearly feel that this is the voice of the god-like existence that he once admired in his heart.