Ma Songyang was so excited that he could not express his feelings. His eyes were filled with the belief in decisive victory when he looked at the god of death.

The expression of Death God still did not change, and there seemed to be a hint of sigh deep in his eyes.

"Thank you." Ma Songyang said.

"What do you thank me?" asked the god of death.

"Thank you for giving me a chance to draw the sword."

Ma Songyang sincerely thanked him because if the God of Death did not give him a chance to draw a sword, or if he interrupted him while carving the wind pattern, he would never be able to use his sword to connect with the mysterious sword.

Therefore, his thanks come from the heart.

"No need to thank me. I am not the God of Mercy, and I have not left you a chance to draw a sword."

"If you hadn't given me the chance to draw a sword, I would never have been able to use my sword to understand the mystery."

The god of death smiled slightly and turned around and walked towards the city.

The sword energy of Lihuo is the clearest, and you can hear thunder in silence.

At this moment, Ma Songyang's sword power has been achieved, and the God-killing Sword can be cut out at any time.

But the god of death suddenly turned around at this moment.

This naked ignorance made his heart burst into anger with endless fighting spirit.

However, just as he was about to cut out the strongest sword in his life, he suddenly realized that there was no sword in his hand.

The birth of the 81st wind pattern marks Ma Chongyang’s sword to connect with his sword.

He did, and everyone present witnessed his promotion to Xuanxian.

Unfortunately, almost everyone overlooked another thing.

Just when Ma Chongyang was using his sword to connect, the sword in his hand was also destroyed at the moment when the sword light burst out.

Nine Four: The tripod folds its feet and covers the duke, its shape is rich and inauspicious.

The cauldron destroyed the foundation, and Ma Songyang's swordsmanship was nowhere to be discussed.

A mouthful of blood was spewed out, and then the sound of the sea of ​​consciousness collapsed and broke out.

No sword is available, all the sword intents are backfired.

The god of death dared not ignore Xuanxian's sword power, and Ma Songyang himself was even more unable to bear it.

When his body died and his soul was destroyed, he suddenly realized what he realized.

It turns out that this is my immortal tribulation. I am determined to pursue the sword path, but I die because of enlightenment.

(The big chapter is here, and there is another chapter tonight to compensate for yesterday's owed updates.)
Chapter completed!