In the world of Galaxia, swordsmen let out hysterical howls one after another.

All of them are "sword-raising" type swordsmen, who spend every day and night carefully nurturing their swords, regarding their swords as their comrades, their lovers, and their children, as if they are hoping that their swords will one day turn into beautiful girls... Although they will not turn into beautiful girls, it is possible for them to give birth to sword spirits, such as the "scabbard", "sword intent", and the extremely precious "heart sword", one of the five spirits of the unparalleled secret sword.

They have been raising swords for at least ten years. Even if the swords were summoned into the air by the strange phenomena of heaven and earth, they could still sense their swords through various magic. However, at this moment, they clearly felt that the "child" they had raised for many years quickly withered and rusted, and then broke into several pieces with a snap, falling from the vast sword river that cut off the sky. Even if the swordsman found the wreckage, it would be impossible to restore it to its original state.

Those swordsmen who are not the "sword-raising" type will naturally not suffer such a bad fate, or they simply don't care about the broken swords. For them, swords are just tools that need to be replaced when they are broken.

But the broken sword is only the prelude, and true despair will fall equally on every swordsman.

"My "Sword Will"!" The young swordsman's howl pierced the entire street. Soon this mournful wail could be heard everywhere in Galashi. The swordsmen discovered that some of their sword spirits would be extinguished uncontrollably. Whether it was one wing or four wings, they could not escape the bad luck. It was as if an invisible building had collapsed, and all the sword spirits inside would be martyred.

Some swordsmen were crying, some were cursing, and some were in despair. They didn't understand why this happened when they had done nothing wrong... But they were not alone, because the wave of broken laws would quickly sweep across the entire world, and in half an hour all the swordsmen from the five countries would have to pay the price for the war of gods. The once glorious sword faction would face its lowest point in a thousand years.

This is only the shallowest ripple caused by the fall of the Heart Sword Spirit... People will soon realize that although they think they have conquered the world, the foundation of their civilization and the lifeblood of all laws are always in the hands of the God.

The ripples of war that erupted four hundred meters below Galaxia will become a rift in the entire era.

The Sword Law Angel had no time to care about these insignificant effects. He couldn't stop coughing up star-blue blood. His once soft and delicate soul was covered with cracks, like a porcelain that was about to break. The fall of the Heart Sword God was not just the loss of the God for the angel, but more importantly, the collapse of the two wonders, the "Prison of Self-Injury" and the "Coffin of Tears".

These are two killing spectacles in action!

To use a most apt metaphor, two artillery batteries piled with artillery shells exploded, and the explosion occurred in the magic temple within Jian Lu's body, which is even more terrifying than an explosion in the heart and blood vessels... Fortunately, there was the buffer of the Sword Rain Pool, otherwise the backlash of the spectacle alone would be enough to completely shatter Jian Lu.

Not to mention the past thousand years, even when he was a mortal fighting all over the world, Jian Lu had never suffered such a serious injury. But he showed a joyful smile, not caring about his injuries at all, holding the Glazed Star Sword and striding forward, creating waves on the surface of the Sword Rain Pool!

Even without his heart sword, he still has the sword net and sword skills!

The broken body did not affect the dancing of the sword in the slightest. He no longer needed to distract himself to operate the "Coffin of Tears" and "Prison of Self-Injury". He was like a carefree child playing in the wind and rain, swinging the sword net and swordsmanship as he pleased. He seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago, without having to maintain any dignity or operate any wonders. The only thing he could rely on was himself, and he just had to defeat the enemy without thinking.

At this moment, he was no longer a law angel, no longer a demigod magician, but just an ordinary swordsman. Forgetting all the shackles, the endless sword lights and shadows naturally emerged in his mind, and he only needed to dance to his heart's content.

Ash was defeated in front of him. Although he succeeded in killing the Heart Sword Spirit, the flow of energy returned to the Sword Law. The angel only advanced and never retreated, leaving behind violent storms and waves of swords, like a chariot, like an iron cavalry, like a demon, like a ghost! He did not defend himself, but Ash's sword could not touch his clothes!

Because Ash is no longer an evil spirit.

The Prison of Self-Injury was ineffective, and the nine shadow swords that pierced Ash naturally disappeared. Without this cradle of despair, Ash's Dark Veil Armor no longer grew but rapidly weakened, and even the devil hidden in Ash's heart seemed to be sleeping again.

More importantly, Sword Princess and the others have been rescued.

He became invincible just because of Jian Ji and the others, but now he just wants to take Jian Ji and the others away. Even his sword is in a sheath, so who can he kill?

They are Ash's hell and also his heaven.

Jian Lu took a moment to look at the female magicians. Although the soul explosion that shook the water coffin was a brilliant move to break the situation, the price was that they were temporarily unable to move, and even their consciousness was blurred. Even Vichy, who had the deepest soul foundation, was half-conscious at this time, relying on Felix and Deda Rose to take care of them.

Even if the water coffin was broken, Ash still dragged their chains... Nothing changed, except for the ethereal whispers mixed in the sound of rain, which was Deda Rose comforting the demigod whose soul was damaged.

"Unlock the chains," Jian Lu suddenly said during the battle, "They stay, and you follow me."

Ash didn't respond, but swung his sword hard to cut through the rain, trying to tear open his sword net. Sword Law was not surprising, magicians were like this, always pushing for more, always greedy, just now Ash was willing to sacrifice himself to protect Sword Princess and the others, and now he wanted to take them to escape together, wanting a perfect ending.

Believing in miracles is a magician's greatest quality but also his greatest sin.

But a magician who pursues perfection is like a crying child. He knows something is impossible, but still gambles his hopes on tears.

When Ash retreated to the wall, a chill ran through his spine, but it was too late - the dazzling sword net spread by the sword law completely blocked all the space for Ash to evade. Ash's only way to break through was to resist, but his remaining source of power would be consumed... just like a balloon without air, falling down softly.

The sword law will not give him the opportunity to refine his soul and replenish his source power. The balance of victory will be completely tilted as a rootless demigod will ultimately be no match for an angel with the support of the Supreme Being!

But in Ash's eyes hidden under the dark veil armor, Jian Lu could not see any despair, only a touch of bright gold!

It's behind!

Miracle Chaos!

Miracle·Vicious!

The song in the rain subtly stirred the chord of reason, causing the angel to lose consciousness for a moment. The second lady of Vosiloda set off a vicious spiral, piercing the ancestor's back!

Because Jian Lu gave up all defenses, the Sanctuary Magician was able to cause damage to his soul body... Deda Rose was not trying to comfort the girls' souls at all, but trying to invade the angels' souls! Jian Lu never cared about these two Sanctuary Magicians, and only regarded them as Ash's burden, Ash's puffs, and Ash's pets, but he didn't expect that pets could also bite people!

In this split second, Ash tore the sword net into pieces and beheaded the Sword Law Angel with one sword.

Jian Lu's head flew out, and she found that her descendant was looking up at her tremblingly... She knew very well that she had no right to stand on this battlefield, and the aftermath of the angels' battle could annihilate her, a holy domain magician... She also understood the significance of her attack on the Law Angel. She was only twenty years old this year, but she had to stand on the opposite side of the strongest magician force... She knew everything and understood all the truths. She was also very scared in her heart, but she still resolutely launched a gorgeous rebellion against the angels.

Does her character come from the blood curse of Vosloda, or is it the influence of her master on her?

The angel's head rolled in the water, and Ash fell to his knees, exhausted, but his left hand was still tightly wrapped around the chain. He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood foam mixed with internal organs, so weak that his voice was almost a whine: "Hurry, help them leave, my source of power is almost..."