1698: C1698 Xiao Qiu Yu's Sword(part Iii)

C1698 Xiao Qiu Yu's Sword(part Iii)

In just a split-second, his pupils had become the shape of a sword, completely distorted. The sound of the sword within his body was like rolling thunder, and his entire body was emitting a cold, blade-like light.

"He wants to feel my Myriad Manifestation Sword Technique. He also wants to see if I can transform him into a sword?"

Xiao Qiuyu's pupils shrank, and then he abruptly shook: "As a sword!"

It was an extremely simple principle. Since Chu Yang was a sword, why would he be afraid of his Myriad Manifestation Sword Technique assimilating with it? "However, how could his Myriad Manifestation Sword Technique be so simple? How could it be a mere 'one with the sword'? A person is a sword, while a sword is a person's solution.

"What is he trying to do?"

Xiao Qiu Yu was completely confused.

Chu Yang's power was beyond his expectations. He had never thought that someone would deal with him like this one day after he condensed tens of thousands of his sword techniques.

However, he couldn't help but admire Chu Yang's courage.

Who would have the courage to be so dismissive of his sword?

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

At this moment, as Chu Yang's flesh and blood was about to turn into a sword, the flying swords that filled the entire world started to wipe out his thoughts, emotions, and consciousness.

The sword was a killing weapon, an ice-cold killing weapon. How could it have any thoughts, emotions, or thoughts?

If Chu Yang wanted to transform into a sword, the first thing he needed to do was to eliminate his thoughts, emotions, and consciousness.

Of course he had already thought of it.

"Don't panic when things are complicated, and don't let things go wrong when you have nothing to do. "And like the spring wind, solemn like the autumn frost, from the money, round on the outside and square on the inside."

Chu Yang's clear voice resounded from the world of the sword. The round is the way of the world, and the square is the basis of man. The outer circle, the inner side, was the wisdom passed down from the ancestors.

At the same time, light and darkness, gods and demons, hell and heaven all appeared within his consciousness.

God, Light, and Heaven formed a circle, forming three circles. Hell, Darkness, and Magic formed a square, forming three circles, heavily defended against each other.

When interacting with people, he naturally had to give them kindness and positive energy. Light and heaven were the most compatible with this, but his heart was not hell, and the demon at the center was also not a demon. It was freedom, and it was the self.

I am who I am. If you want me to lose myself, then you have to break through hell and heaven, obliterate the darkness and light, and even more importantly, you have to kill the sacred God, the lawless devil.

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

The endless flying swords in his consciousness were like visitors, like visitors that were about to come into contact with someone they wanted to meet. They were either tyrannical, unreasonable, or arrogant … There were all sorts of things, but they were all blocked by the three spheres, God, Light, and Heaven. They were either receiving, dealing with, being perfunctory, or even being in the same light as Dust.

Although the three of them managed to block many flying swords, at least half of the flying swords still struck Hell, Darkness and Magic.

In an instant, to Chu Yang, the countless flying swords were like countless extreme temptations, greed, ambition, injustice, and all sorts of ugly things. They wanted to shake his will, shake his heart, cause him to fall completely, and then be completely destroyed.

The Infernal Realm and the Darkness Realm were both quickly breached, but they were never able to reach the final destination — the final demon!

The devil that represented the free self, all sorts of things could not drown his final conscience.

Chu Yang was not worried at all, the hardest thing for a person to shake was their willpower. He firmly believed that he could withstand it, just like how he had said in his previous life, a person can be killed, but definitely not be defeated.

What he was worried about was his physical body.

At this moment, his body was like a sea of eunuchs and merchants, bobbing up and down in his life, following the sword's flow. Sometimes he was at the highest point, sometimes he was at the lowest point, like a small boat bobbing up and down in a stormy sea.

This small boat was in danger. It was in danger of capsizing at any moment.

Xiao Qiuyu's sword was truly incomparably terrifying.1

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