Chapter 645 Trade-offs

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The night was getting darker.

The night wind was colder and the moonlight cooler.

However, the slaughter outside the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum was stronger than the slaughter outside.

The broken arms and bodies of the purple monsters could be seen everywhere, as well as the broken divine swords. They were no longer as arrogant and aloof as the Sword Mausoleum. They were shattered and broken. They lay quietly on the Southern Wilderness, like a pile of scrap iron. The moment the wind blew and the rain fell, the scrap iron would rust, rot, and become ashes.

They had also been held in the hands of someone, or used to fight swords in Jianghu, or look down on the world.

The Sword Spirit was placed on the sword body, but it was born into the Sword Master. To the sword spirits, they did not have the concept of death. To them, the only real death was to be forgotten.

The person who used to hold them was everything to them.

But later, that person inevitably died. They were placed in the Sword Mausoleum, following the ancient logic of guarding the Sword Mausoleum and also guarding the story of the person who had held them tightly. In the eyes of the Sword Spirit, as long as they still remembered them, they would still be alive and would always be with them. They even inadvertently regarded themselves as him.

This is something that is difficult to understand with human logic, but it does exist.

But now the sword is dead.

With those heartbreaking stories, with the memories of those once graceful people, forever dead.

Xu Han wasn't someone who would feel sad at times, but at this moment, the swords were broken and the sword spirits turned into nothingness. Facing such a scene, Xu Han couldn't help but feel a surge of hostility in his heart.

The sword intent on the battlefield became denser and denser, not because the sword mausoleum grew more courageous, but because of the aura emitted by the dead swords and sword spirits.

Xu Han's blood-red eyes once again attacked the burly man, and he couldn't remember how many times this attack had happened.

Every time, he did his best, but the other party did not leave any room.

The strength of both sides were roughly in the middle, but the physical bodies of the cultivators of the Physical Immortal were truly too strong. The two sides exchanged blows, killing intent everywhere, fists reaching their vital points, but in the end, it was difficult for them to kill each other because of the other's strong physical body and terrifying resilience.

"Hurry up! Again!" The robust man nine feet away was bathed in blood, but his eyes flickered with a fierce light.

He licked the blood on his lips and tore off his ragged clothes, revealing his body that was as solid as bronze.

After saying this, he rushed towards Xu Han once again and wrestled with him.

Xu Han was anxious about the growing casualties on the Sword Mausoleum side. He wanted to get rid of the man in front of him as soon as possible, and he became even more irritable. However, both of them were rare powerful figures in the world, and impatience could not change the situation. On the contrary, it was because they were too impatient that they lost their most basic judgment. Xu Han was repeatedly defeated by the strong man and retreated.

He was forced back by the strong man again. The other party frowned. He did not have the slightest bit of joy at his chances of winning. Instead, he said with extreme displeasure, "Hey! What happened to you fellow? Fighting is a good fight. I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

Xu Han didn't have the mockery of this strong man with his calm eyebrows. He glanced at the situation on the ground. Wang Yangming urged the sword spirits to stand far away in the sky, unable to participate in the battle. The sword intent that covered his entire body was connected to the mausoleum of the sword. If he didn't clean up most of the sword spirits, it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to do much harm to him.

The sword spirits' battle lines were also constantly being devoured by the purple monsters, and every breath, the sword spirits were killed in battle. At the same time, even Meng Liang Xuan'er and the others gradually showed signs of exhaustion in such a long battle.

Xu Han knew that this was not a solution. Whether it was for these brazen sword spirits or for himself, he had to deal with the strong man in front of him and defeat the skinny cultivator before he could win a chance for his side.

Thinking of this, Xu Han's right arm suddenly stretched out. Purple light flickered in his eyes, and the flesh and blood on his exposed right arm wriggled as if something was about to break out of the cocoon of his right arm.

The sturdy man squinted at Xu Han's right arm and said, "What is this?"

The purple light in Xu Han's eyes became even more intense. He coldly said, "Take your life!"

His right arm emitted waves of boundless demonic energy. It belonged to the Demon Monarch of Great Abyss Mountain, and there was still the last of the nine Demon Caves that had yet to be opened. Once this last Demon Cave was opened, the power of this right arm would be completely unlocked. It was the power of a Demon Lord. Even if it was only one right arm, this power was enough to rival an ordinary Immortal. In addition, Xu Han's body was already at the Immortal Realm. It was hard to imagine how powerful the power of the two combined would be.

Xu Han didn't use this item because he was afraid that the power of his right arm would still be difficult for him to control. What he was even more afraid of was that the already restless Demon God in his body was waiting for an opportunity to move. But now, there were clearly not many choices left in front of Xu Han.

After saying that, his expression became gloomier and gloomier. He shouted, "Ninth Demon Cave! Open!"

The last word "open" reached his throat and halfway through his mouth, he suddenly stopped.

A handsome face appeared in front of Xu Han. His pair of starry eyes looked at Xu Han with a smile. Then, he said softly, "It's okay to play, but this, it's not okay."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and raised his index finger, seemingly floating in the air, but in reality, he carried the wind and lightning and rolled up the clouds, pointing between Xu Han's eyebrows.

All of this happened very quickly, but in the blink of an eye, Xu Han's body fell down as if he had been heavily injured. In the end, he fiercely fell beneath Wang Yangming's body.

The black-clothed monk who knocked Xu Han back stood in the air and smiled, "The people in the sky want your life. This is very interesting. I want to see what kind of thing you are. Will you be as interesting as this Wang Jianxian? That's why I'll let you live."

Xu Han stood up. He did not suffer any injuries. He did not understand why King Ksitigarbha was like this. Of course, he did not understand the meaning behind his words. However, when he raised his eyebrows and wanted to activate his right arm again, his expression suddenly changed.

He found that the energy in his right arm had been sealed.

Although that seal was not considered powerful, as long as he was given about an incense stick of time, he could break through it. However, on such a battlefield, one incense stick of time was enough to kill and injure more than half of the sword spirits that weren't around.

His expression changed drastically. Finally, he flew to Wang Yangming's side and said anxiously, "Martial Uncle, I have found a plan to break the enemy. Recall the Sword Spirit and turn it into defense. It will reduce the casualties. In just an incense stick of time, I will be able to break the enemy formation."

In Xu Han's opinion, this was the best method now. Only then would he be able to obtain a sliver of hope for them and at the same time minimize the casualties of the sword spirits. Unexpectedly, Wang Yangming's expression was silent. It was as if he hadn't heard what he said. He continued to urge the sword spirits to rush, fly, and die in the enemy formation.

"Martial Uncle!" Xu Han was puzzled by Wang Yangming's intentions. His tone was unavoidably louder and more anxious at that time.

At this moment, Wang Yangming seemed to have just heard Xu Han's shout as he turned his head to look at Xu Han. He calmly asked, "Can't you see? They are much stronger than us."

Xu Han was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly said, "But they can only rely on that person to move properly. As long as you give me time to break through the restriction of the demon arm, I can kill that person. At that time, these monsters will become a mess. Their combat strength will be reduced by at least half, and we will have a chance to break them one by one."

"Victory is also a tragic victory. In the future, when they come back, how should we defend against the enemy?" Wang Yangming asked.

Xu Han was somewhat puzzled by what Wang Yangming was feeling at this moment. He said again, "Only after defending this time can there be words. How can Martial Uncle be like this?"

"Are you confused?" A smile suddenly appeared on Wang Yangming's face. "I'm not confused. There are some things I can see more clearly than you."

Almost at the same time, another thousand sword spirits died in battle. At this moment, the remaining 36,000 sword spirits were less than 10,000.

"What does Martial Uncle mean?!" Xu Han asked anxiously and angrily.

At that time, Wang Yangming turned his head to look at the sword spirits fighting on the battlefield. The sword light in the sky reflected his old side face. The expression on his face was fanatical, paranoid, and even had a faint ferocious smell.

He lowered his voice and murmured in an almost ghost-like tone.

"Very simple."

"If you want you to live, the vicious sword will not fall into their hands..."

"And only if they are all dead can you all live!"