The power of sword soul, the third level of swordsmanship, is very few swordsmen who can comprehend and use it, not only requires extraordinary comprehension, but also critical opportunities. Even the top ten sword tycoons in the world today still have the shortcomings of being unable to comprehend the power of sword soul. This is a power far beyond the power of swordsmanship, and of course it is also a power that only a mere newcomer could not possess. Even the sword immortal Li Taibai at that time realized the power of swordsmanship when he was at the age of thirty. He was once the youngest comprehension in history.

However, the Hero King broke this record from afar and realized the power of the sword soul at such a young age.

Even in the battle of a world-class swordsman, the power of the sword soul will become the key factor in determining the outcome, not to mention that in the newcomer level of Lingfan Realm, the influence of the power of the sword soul is a bug. Just like a character in the game with a level 100-level weapon equipped with a group of monsters less than 10, it is natural to crush and kill instantly.

Shi Xiaobai did not understand the power of the sword soul, nor did he know the principle of it, nor did he know the way it was born, but the fear that came from the depths of his soul, the dangerous intuition that kept ringing like an alarm bell, all telling a serious reality - he could not resist this sword!

Even though he had already felt the vast power of this sword in the distance not long ago, he was under the sword power at the moment and truly realized how terrible the power of this sword was, and how courage would it take for Li Wuyu to resist this sword head-on.

The power of the sword soul should not exist at this level of power!

But this is not the time to panic, and there is no time to complain about why the girl in front of her is so young and has mastered such invincible power at this stage. There is only one problem he needs to think about.

How to resist this sword?

In the complex maze of thoughts, there are thousands of dead ends. Is there one, even if there is only one way to live?

What can he use to withstand this sword?

“Born thinking.”

The girl, who seemed not in a hurry to end everything, sarcastically sarcastically: "I have been able to kill you countless times during the time you are thinking about how to survive."

I just can't bear to kill you, so I'm still struggling and hesitating.

The girl hid this slightly ambiguous line in her heart and was less anxious to cut the sword out. For her, killing him seemed to kill him as if he was the only person who could talk to the world who might be the only person left to talk to. It was natural that she would be reluctant to leave him.

But the more she was reluctant, the more she wanted to cut this sword, because in this battle, this young man might become an obstacle in her future path that was difficult to cross the territory, so she had to kill him now and kill him while she had not completely fallen into the "happiness" of hearing his voice. After all, misfortune is her true companion. This extravagant happiness is too real, so it seems false.

It's so fake that it's like a bubble that can break at any time.

Since it will break sooner or later, it is better to poke it through yourself, so as not to double the pain when you get it.

It's just...

I want to listen again before killing him, before saying goodbye to the real voice I finally heard, and I want to listen again, and I want to listen to the last one, just listen to one sentence, his voice.

Just one sentence can satisfy her final willfulness.

So, talk to boy, the last sentence will become your last words. I will carve it on the tombstone I built for you with my own hands, so as to thank you for allowing me to see the color of the world again.

"Thanks."

These two words slowly ejected from the boy's mouth.

The girl was stunned and instantly wondered whether her ears had received the wrong voice.

She was about to kill him, but she mocked him arrogantly, but she said thank you?

This is your last words?

What a joke!

Li Chenxi opened her mouth and was about to make a questioning sound, but saw the black and white swords in Shi Xiaobai's hand slowly dissipate, replaced by a holy sword with golden light, which was the most familiar star of Chen Yao.

Shi Xiaobai held the morning glory star tightly with both hands and slowly raised it towards the sky.

Those black eyes were bright and firm, and there was no trace of confusion again!

When he held up the Morning Star, countless golden light spots suddenly floated out from the earth, flying towards the Morning Star like a butterfly, and instantly turned into a huge golden sword shadow that soared into the sky!

Thank you, thank you for your reminder.

Yes, what are the functions of those boring thoughts?

In order to resist this sword, to survive, wouldn’t my great wisdom seem too narrow to use in such a boring place?

At this moment, face your sword.

What is needed most is not thinking, not methods, not means, but persistence, persistence in victory.

It is not resistance, nor is it invincible, but victory!

There is no need to think, and no need to hesitate. As long as you look in the right direction "blindly", you only need to tell yourself that I want to defeat this sword!

If you don’t even have the courage to win, how can you be embarrassed to claim to be fearless?

So, disappear, the real confusion that existed in that moment.

The only thing in my eyes is victory!

The persistent thoughts fermented in my mind, becoming more and more profound and clear. There were more and more golden light particles floating from the earth. The golden sword shadow that soared into the sky became increasingly huge, and the shining light was extremely dazzling.

This sword was created by Shi Xiaobai. When he understood the sword path of "swearing to win", he used the sword made by the blonde woman in his bun in his mind, and continuously compressed the spiritual ability of the turtle speed god fist, and squeezed out all the inspiration for all the power in one second, combining these three together to create his own sword move.

He will use all his strength and give all his strength to condense his persistence in victory and cut out the last sword that he will never regret!

Compress, power.

Squeeze, power.

Every blood vessel is boiling, every cell is noisy, and these powers are willing to dedicate to you, so become stronger!

Even after this sword, it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t even have the power to move a finger!

Take away all my power!

This king can only tolerate victory in his eyes!

The huge golden sword shadow expanded and grew, rising up from the sky, running through the sky and earth, emitting vast and infinite power.

Li Wuyu's eyes were dull and murmured to himself: "Shi Xiaobai, are you the protagonist?"

Ye Wuqing looked at the young man's thin figure obsessedly, murmured like a dream, "So beautiful."

A subtle curve slowly emerged from the corner of Li Chenxi's mouth, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.

"At the end, you still amazed me. Shi Xiaobai, you are the only one! You are the only one who is special! But if you are real, then please catch this sword!"
Chapter completed!