"Is it over?" soon, there was a big pool of blood under Ling Feng''s body. At this time, Ling Feng was almost breathing unconsciously. Ge looked at Ling Feng who was almost unconscious, spat and turned around, "cut, it''s really boring. I think I can have fun!"

    "Hateful! Hateful! Hateful!" listening to GE''s disdainful tone, Lingfeng''s heart filled with infinite anger, and at the same time, there was a sense of powerlessness. Listening to the sound of Ge Yi''s residual sword rubbing gently on the ground, Ling Feng''s heart began to roar wildly. His empty left hand grabbed five deep mud marks on the ground, and then shook them into a fist, "I can''t die, I can''t die yet! How can I die here! I can''t just die like this. I promised Mitchell that I would go back! And linger, I also want to see her innocent smiling face! Move quickly, move! My body, stop bleeding, let me fight again!"

    With the roar in his heart, Ling Feng''s upper body stood up slowly: "I... I have to... I have to go back to Ling''s house!"

    Ge Yi''s remnant sword pulled out a long trace on the ground, and then slowly waved it, like a long gun on his shoulder. At this moment, Ling Feng''s eyes suddenly darkened, and all the pictures seemed to freeze. Ge Yi''s dust that had been floating in the air because he waved his sword gently also stopped Some everything is still!

    A small figure slowly emerged from GE Yidao''s shoulder, supported his hands, jumped down from GE Yidao''s shoulder, and then slowly walked to Ling Feng with a joking smile on his face.

    "Do you want to fight? Do you want to win? Or do you just want to live?" a series of questions rang out in the dead silence. The absolute silence was like time static. Even the birds in the sky stopped flapping their wings and stayed in the air quietly, "say, which one do you want?"

    "I want to win!" Ling Feng''s right hand holding the handle of the broken sword began to tremble. At the same time, his left hand supported the ground and wanted to get up from the ground.

    "I can''t hear you!" the little figure put his hand into his trouser pocket and stood casually, but the joking smile on his face became more and more prosperous.

    "If it''s just fighting, it doesn''t mean anything at all; if it''s just living, it doesn''t mean anything, so I want to win!" the blood on Ling Feng''s chest is still dripping, but the previously lax pupils have become divine again, with an incomparable firmness in his tone and a loud roar, "I... Want to win!"

    "Hmm?" the joking color on the little figure''s face suddenly turned into a kind of amazement, and then turned into a helpless smile. He took his own steps again and walked towards Ling Feng. "Since you are so firm, well, I''ll give you another chance! However, you have to grasp it by yourself!"

    A white light radiated from the figure and wrapped Ling Feng in it. Ling Feng only felt that his eyes were dark and bright. The huge contrast made him close his eyes. When he adapted to the surrounding light again and opened his eyes, he found that everything in front of him was very familiar.

    All over the sky, Ling Feng returned to the stars again and felt the vast and ethereal way of heaven.

    "I was disappointed with you, but who called you my king? If you die, I''ll be very troubled!" Xiao Lingfeng''s body appeared beside Ling Feng. Just now, he suddenly appeared on GE''s shoulder and stopped time. It was Xiao Lingfeng who turned into a mortal sword.

    "Here is..." Ling Feng looked at the stars in the sky and then looked at Xiao Ling Feng in front of him. His heart was full of shock. "Haven''t you turned into a mortal sword? And mortal sword..."

    "It''s broken, isn''t it?" Xiao Lingfeng copied his hands into his trouser pocket, looked at Lingfeng, and his face was full of smiles. "Oh, oh, it seems that you have completely forgotten what I told you!"

    "What did you say? Hasn''t the world collapsed?" Ling Feng only remembered that Xiao Ling Feng said that the rule space would collapse after he left, while others seemed to have forgotten clearly.

    "Did I say that?" a trace of amazement appeared on Xiao Lingfeng''s face. "Oh, oh, if so, even if I was wrong, yes, this is indeed your rule space and your inner world. Otherwise, how do you think you can find your past memories here, that is, me?"

    "Is there something wrong with this kind of thing!" several black lines appeared on Lingfeng''s forehead, burst out a few green tendons and roared wildly to xiaolingfeng.

    "I''ve been here for so long, it''s normal to forget some things, but there''s one thing I didn''t forget, but you forgot!" Xiao Lingfeng spread his hands carelessly, but then, a very serious expression appeared on his face, "I said, I''m a strand of your soul and your strongest weapon!"

    "But, you have..." Ling Feng raised the broken sword in his hand, but the words haven''t dropped, but he saw that the broken sword in his hand turned into a wisp of white light and dissipated slowly, "this..."

    "I''m a wisp of your soul and your strongest weapon, but the strongest weapon depends on you!" Xiao Lingfeng completely ignored the disappearance of the broken sword in Lingfeng''s hand, but continued to copy his hands and said to himself, "what you just held is just a fragile sword!"

    "Represents... A fragile sword?" Ling Feng''s face was stunned and looked at Xiao Ling Feng mumbling blankly.

    "That''s right!" Xiao Lingfeng took out his right hand from his pocket and gently snapped his fingers. The stars in the sky changed instantly, and the surrounding scene was changed to peach blossom island again. However, this time, the difference is that the surrounding land, rocks, cliffs and even some trees are filled with long swords of different shapes.

    "These are mortal swords!" Xiao Lingfeng spread out his hands and pointed to the long swords around, "The mortal sword, or me, is originally your soul fragment, but different soul fragments have different meanings. What you have to do now is to find the sword that is exclusive to you and only born for fighting, fighting and victory among the countless mortal swords!"

    "Then, defeat me again!" the voice fell, and a white long sword appeared in xiaolingfeng''s hand. At the same time, with a violent wave of his right hand, a white sword gas roared towards Lingfeng.

    "Qiang!" Ling Feng pulled up a long sword around him and cleaved it with the sword spirit. However, the long sword pulled up by Ling Feng collapsed at one touch and turned into pieces again, flying all over the sky. Ling Feng was stunned, and Xiao Ling Feng had rushed to his face.

    Boom! The whole ground was split by xiaolingfeng''s blow, and Jigang sword burst out, just like a meteorite hitting the ground, setting off a powerful shock wave.

    "So strong, he is even stronger than before!" Ling Feng can feel it. There is a feeling of sending and receiving freely in Xiao Ling Feng''s attack. The extremely rigid sword idea is also full of a round turn, like adding a little Yin and soft power to make the sword idea more perfect.

    After thinking, Ling Feng''s steps didn''t stop, and his body method was fully displayed. He avoided the blow just made by Xiao Ling Feng, and his eyes swept wildly when he turned in the air, and then rushed towards the goal he saw.

    "That''s it!" Ling Feng pulled up his goal, then his left foot was the axis, his right foot suddenly spent a circle, and then twisted his waist to wave the long sword out.

    "Click!" the two swords intersected. Lingfeng didn''t expect that the long sword in his hand was broken into two again. Forced by xiaolingfeng''s sword potential, he had to retreat.

    "Why? Is as like as two peas in the past?" after Lingfeng''s retreat, he looked at his broken sword and said to himself in a somewhat surprised way.

    "It seems that you are still clinging to the form?!" Ling Feng''s muttering did not escape Xiao Ling Feng''s ears. Instead of pursuing, he stopped and smiled coldly at Ling Feng, "all the swords here are fragments of your inner soul, and what you just pulled out is just the heart of the sword that represents dependence!"

    "Sword heart?" Ling Feng''s body suddenly trembled, and then was stunned in place.

    "Yes, the heart of the sword, that is, the intention represented by the sword in your hand. If you say you want to win, find the sword that can let you win!" the long sword in xiaolingfeng''s hand drew a circle in the air, and the round and satisfactory sword intention broke out again. The rising white sword spirit turned into countless peach blossoms, forming a white torrent and pressed down on Lingfeng''s head.

    "I see!" seeing xiaolingfeng''s sword approaching, Lingfeng didn''t panic and didn''t pull his sword again, but quietly watched the torrent attack him.

    "I want to win, I want to win!" the sword Qi torrent has rushed to Ling Feng''s face, but Ling Feng''s pupils suddenly enlarged, his right hand stretched forward and collided with the torrent.

    "Boom!" a stronger sword spirit rushed out from the torrent, not only smashed the torrent, but also the long swords around could not withstand the oppression of the sword spirit.

    "The sword born for victory is myself!"