Legend of Swordsman

4167 Recapturing

Could a fourth-level chief Ruler kill an ultimate chief Ruler as easily as slaughtering pigs and dogs?

“Unintentionally offended?”

‘Jian Wushuang’ sneered and walked toward the two of them.

A demonic and overbearing sword intent enveloped the area under their feet. The Star Ruler and the Heavenly Ruler could not even move their feet under this demonic and overbearing sword intent.

Just as ‘Jian Wushuang’ was about to stretch out his big hand and press on their heads…

All of a sudden!

Ah ah ah ah!!!!

‘Jian Wushuang’ suddenly covered his head. His facial features were extremely distorted and he roared in pain, “Impossible, how can you not be dead!!!”

In the depths of Jian Wushuang’s soul realm, his real consciousness slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, “Tarot, it’s time to return my body.”

At this moment, the Tarot sword’s spirit was aghast to find that he was gradually losing control of this body!

All the divine power in his body seemed to have betrayed him and he couldn’t use any of it!

Ah ah ah!!!!

‘Jian Wushuang’ clutched his head. His expression was twisted because of the pain, and his mouth emitted a terrifying sound wave that did not seem human.

“What’s going on?” The Star Ruler and the Heavenly Ruler shuddered upon seeing this, and they exchanged glances.

“Something must have happened to this monster. Don’t worry about him, let’s run!”

The two of them made a decision in an instant. Seeing that the demonic sword intent that was suppressing them was gradually weakening, they immediately took a heavy step forward and broke free from the restrictions. They quickly shot into the distance without looking back.

The sword spirit of Tarot, who was controlling ‘Jian Wushuang’s’ body, didn’t have the time to care about this. He knelt on the ground, scratched his face, and kept howling in pain, ” “No! i am the Tarot sword’s spirit! Jian Wushuang, you can’t kill me!”

‘Jian Wushuang’s’ face was filled with fear. He realized that his body was gradually losing control, and his consciousness was fading away at an extremely fast speed!

Jian Wushuang’s soul realm was like a battlefield where two armies were facing each other. on one side was Jian Wushuang’s consciousness, and on the other side was the Tarot sword spirit.

The sword spirit of Tarot, which had originally corroded more than half of Jian Wushuang’s soul, was quickly annihilated at the speed of the receding tide.

in his soul realm, the consciousness body that was condensed by Jian Wushuang’s consciousness said, “Sword spirit, you’re just a remnant of Supreme Tarot’s will that was attached to the Tarot sword after his death. Even if the real Supreme Tarot were here, it would be impossible for him to possess me.”

“I’ve already possessed you, and I’ve completely destroyed your soul. Why? Why didn’t you die?” In Jian Wushuang’s soul realm, there was a dark golden Demon Sword that was making a terrifying sound.

This was the Tarot sword’s spirit.

Jian Wushuang’s expression was calm. He naturally would not explain the unique immortal body of a perfect creature to him. He said indifferently, “Sword spirit, you should never have chosen to possess me. If you had completely absorbed my divine power back then, you might have really succeeded.

“Unfortunately, there are no ‘what ifs’ in this world, so…annihilate.”