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Soul contract.

As long as he signs it, I am his master.

No matter how strong or unwilling he is, he must obey my orders.

"A mere mortal body wants to be the master of my magic sword?" The soul of the sword was so angry that he sneered.

"I've been your master for so long, you should get used to it." I picked up the umbrella sheath and was about to take the long knife back, "Do you like to sign or not? It's not like you missed the opportunity to compete with the Sword Spirit. I!"

"stop!"

The evil spirit rolled around, and Daohun's face seemed to be distorted.

"I sign!"

He waved his hand and left his mark on the soul contract.

The contract takes effect immediately.

Invisibly, I have an extra bond with the sword soul.

"If you have the consciousness, your master, I will not treat you badly!" I put the contract away with satisfaction, and then threw the Demon Suppressing Knife to him.

The ban is lifted.

He finally emerged from the magic knife completely.

Holding a magic knife in his hand, his burly figure continued to grow.

Soon, it grew into a towering giant.

One foot can level the Bird Spirit Pond.

boom!

With a slash of the knife, the yellow sand rolled towards both sides, and a huge gap suddenly opened in the desert.

Many broken swords were turned into ashes in the murderous aura.

"Our fight is not over yet!"

"After waiting for hundreds of thousands of years, it's finally time for the decisive battle!"

"bring it on!"

"A showdown!"

He stood in the desert and roared.

The wind and sand rolled up, and countless broken swords flew out from the yellow sand and gathered together.

The soul also formed a towering giant, and the broken sword formed a huge sword.

"Back then we could bury you by the sword."

"It's the same now!"

Two towering giants roared at each other in the yellow sand.

The thousand-year war breaks out instantly!

The desert trembles, and the sand rolls furiously.

The roar was earth-shattering.

The scene is scarier than the end of the world.

Fortunately, the oasis is guarded by sparrow spirits, and Mount Tai remains motionless despite collapse.

I was in an oasis, separated by the wildly swaying trees, excitedly watching this thousand-year battle that changed the color of the world.

"You are actually the master of the magic knife." Que Ling suddenly spoke.

"I thought you had noticed the hint you made before." I said calmly.

"The battle between the magic sword and the sword spirit has been going on for thousands of years. The last time they died together. The sword spirit was buried in the sword tomb, and the magic sword has been tossed around for many years, but it fell into your hands."

"This may be fate. I am destined to come to this place, so the magic knife is destined to fall into my hands."

"But that doesn't mean you must be the one I'm waiting for."

"No, the only person you are waiting for is me!" I smiled confidently, "When the swords and spirits merge, one will be prosperous and the other will suffer!"

"If the Demon Sword loses to the Sword Spirit, they will have fulfilled their dream of being number one in the world."

"If the magic sword defeats the sword spirit and breaks their illusions, they will naturally stop being persistent."

Que Ling was silent for a while, seemingly unable to refute, and slowly raised his head, looking at the two giants who were fighting fiercely.

Both sides have become one with their weapons.

The two swords competed fiercely in the sky, almost knocking the sky apart.

The battle lasted for a long time.

boom--

There was a final loud noise, and the whole world finally fell silent.

The yellow sand all over the sky gradually dispersed.

What remains on the horizon is the soul of the sword.

The huge magic knife filled with evil energy penetrated the body of the sword spirit.

Countless broken swords scattered and fell back into the yellow sand like raindrops.

"We still lost."

The sword spirit fell sadly, its huge body gradually dissipating, blending into the desert.

The sword soul looked proud, overlooking the entire desert like an overlord.

"Hahaha!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed several times.

"Won!"

"There is no rival in the world!"

However, after he smiled, his ferocious face showed a hint of loneliness.

"No more rivals."

The yellow sand is long, and countless broken swords are buried in it, motionless.

Quiet and desolate.

The soul of the sword shrank smaller and smaller, turning into evil energy and returning to the magic sword.

The magic knife flew back to my hand consciously.

The sword is sheathed.

I looked at the bird spirit: "Their obsession has been resolved. Now, it's your turn to fulfill your promise!"

Que Ling looked at me in silence for a long time.

"I exist to protect souls."

"With the soul gone, my mission is over."

Que Ling slowly closed her eyes, and her body turned into yellow sand.

A piece of fiery red feathers fluttered down.

The power of Suzaku!

I felt refreshed and quickly reached out to pick it up.

But at this moment, a figure jumped out of the yellow sand next to him like lightning and rushed towards Feather.

"Want to rob? No way!"

I stepped forward and at the same time, I pushed open the umbrella sheath with my fingers.

The demon flew out, carrying a fierce evil spirit, and slashed at the man suddenly.

The man was unmoved.

Uh-huh!

When his hand grabbed the fiery red feather, he slashed down with the long knife, and his arm fell off along with the feather. I was caught up and picked up the feather.

When I got the feather, I stuffed it directly into the Qiankun bag without even looking at it.

Buzz!

The phone vibrated on my chest.

mission completed!

The magic knife made a circle and returned to my hand.

Only then did I look at the man.

The black robe was blown by the wind, revealing feet that were not stained with mud.

Under the hat is an extremely handsome face.

The severed hand on the ground turned into a piece of fluttering paper, which was blown away by the wind in the blink of an eye.

It's the Immortal's puppet again!

It is the owner of the flying sword.

He must have wanted to use the Wushuang Sword to gain clues to Quelingchi, but unfortunately I messed it up.

When the sword spirit turned back into the broken sword, the puppet hid in the yellow sand.

Then when I find the power of the bird spirit, I will snatch it away.

A good calculation!

"Xian Gong, Xiang Gong, I think you should not be called Xiang Gong, but Turtle Gong, because you are always a turtle with your head shrinking!"

I shook my head contemptuously.

Just a puppet, no match for me.

The puppet's dull face suddenly moved, revealing a strange smile.

"If you can't leave here, what if you get the power of the three elephants?"

"Then you have no chance." I snorted coldly, stepped forward and chopped the puppet with a knife.

The puppet shattered into pieces, burning with that uncomfortable smile on its face.

At this time, the entire oasis has turned into yellow sand.

The desert is so endless that I can’t even remember where I came from.

I squinted my eyes, opened the black umbrella, and walked into the desert.

Today, I am not intimidated by this difficulty.

The more difficult the time, the more we need to deal with it calmly.

If you can get in, you can get out.

I don't believe I can't get out of here.

The road ahead is long and sandy.

Without the sword spirit, this place has completely become a place of death.

I haven't found the direction yet, so I'm just walking forward based on my intuition.

If the tree is moved, it will die, but if the person is moved, it will live.

Sometimes, the solution is not thought of, but found.

I was thinking while walking on the sand in the wind.

"Li Yunfeng."

"Actually, you and I can work together."

The voice of the Fairy Lord came again, ethereal, as if from another world.

"You hand over the Three Elephants, and I hand over the Xuanwu.

"Four images in one."

"We can share the power of the four elephants."

I stopped and smiled slightly.

"Sharing, yes."

"Tell me first, what will happen when the four images merge into one!"