Saul retracted the whip, and the Smog Dust Sword instantly returned to his hand. In the next moment, he had already flashed hundreds of meters away. Holding the hilt of the Smog Dust Sword, Saul carefully examined the patterns on the sword and clicked his tongue. "Duan Hongchen's Fallen Star Sword. This really is an old acquaintance. I didn't think that he would be left behind in this tiny Heavenly Sword Continent. Is he dead?
"But … it's good that he's dead! You forced me into a corner back then, forcing me to drag out an ignoble existence for tens of thousands of years. You deserve this! "
As Saul muttered to himself, Lu Xuan's group of seven surrounded Saul again. Everyone looked as if they were facing a great enemy. Lu Xuan might not be the strongest among them, but he wasn't the weakest either. He also had many tricks up his sleeve, but even so, Saul had still managed to snatch his sword away with a single move. Saul's methods were clear to see.
Saul wasn't afraid even though he was surrounded again. He calmly looked everyone up and down and smiled sinisterly. "If numbers were useful, you humans would have already dominated the Heaven Region. Even if you didn't get the Heavenly Sword, obtaining the Fallen Star Sword is still a pretty good harvest. Kid, watch as I use your sword to cut off your head! "
To the Soul race, regular weapons were naturally not as useful as their soul power weapons. However, true divine weapons were still a great help to them. Otherwise, they wouldn't have paid such a huge price to come to the Heavenly Sword Continent to steal the Heavenly Sword.
Saul frantically poured his soul power into the Smog Dust Sword. He wanted to use his soul power to activate the sword's power, but at that moment, something happened!
The Smog Dust Sword immediately shone brightly. The dazzling sword light was so bright that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes. However, the light was only on the surface. Saul, who was holding the Smog Dust Sword, could feel the changes even more clearly.
The intense sword light wasn't from Saul at all. Instead, it was released by the Smog Dust Sword on its own. Accompanying this light was a huge suction force from the Smog Dust Sword itself!
Right now, the Smog Dust Sword was like a bottomless black hole. While Saul was pouring his soul power into it, it opened its bloody mouth and absorbed his soul power.
Saul could feel his soul power surging uncontrollably into the Smoky Sword. It was like a valve that had been opened and could not be closed.
The feeling of his strength constantly being drained drove Saul crazy. He began to desperately swing the longsword, wanting to shake it off. But even though his hands had completely let go of the longsword, the Dust Sword was still firmly stuck to his hand, not willing to leave at all.
"What the hell! "Ahhh!" Get lost for this Honorable One! " Saul seemed to have gone mad. Boundless soulforce surged out recklessly. Even if he had to pay a great price, he had to get rid of it. He had a vague feeling that if he didn't throw it off, the Smog Dust Sword would completely suck him dry!
Although Saul was at his most defenseless at this moment, Lu Xuan and the others didn't dare to approach him when he was in such a berserk state. Otherwise, just the soul power that Saul released would be enough to injure them. A berserk Soul Exalt was definitely not any weaker than a Soul Exalt who went all out.
The Smog Dust Sword sucked for a dozen breaths of time, but Saul still couldn't throw it off. At this moment, Saul felt that the fifty percent of his strength that he had recovered with great difficulty had been absorbed by the Smog Dust Sword in this short period of time!
Realizing that he couldn't throw it off like this, Saul finally made a heroic move. He raised his left arm high and fiercely swung it down. Using his hand as a knife, he fiercely chopped down on his right hand, completely cutting off his right arm at the waist.
Saul's entire body was condensed from soulforce. The damage he received from cutting off his arm was almost the same as a human cutting off their own arm.
The right arm that had been cut off by Saul was almost completely absorbed by the Smog Dust Sword in an instant. Afterwards, the Smog Dust Sword seemed to have a mind of its own and actually drew closer to Saul again. However, how could Saul dare to let the Smog Dust Sword come close? A streak of soulforce flung out and fiercely whipped the Smog Dust Sword away.
Without Saul voluntarily leaking his soulforce to open up a gap, it clearly wouldn't be so easy for the Smog Dust Sword to take advantage of him again.
Seeing that things couldn't be done, Lu Xuan didn't force it. He extended his hand and the Smog Dust Sword obediently returned to his hand. After this exchange, not only did Lu Xuan not suffer any losses, but he also heavily injured Saul.
When the Smog Dust Sword returned to his hand, a light laughter rang out in Lu Xuan's mind, "Haha, you little brat, you're really scheming. This Saul is really a great tonic. The soulforce he absorbed in such a short period of time is much more than what I had in a thousand years."
When Lu Xuan heard this, he smiled knowingly. This time, Saul had suffered a double loss. The ice spirit had also taken advantage of this opportunity to greatly replenish its own soulforce. This was equivalent to absorbing more than a tenth of Saul's power at his peak. For the ice spirit, which was currently in a spiritual state, there was no better tonic than this.
The thing that had just been hiding in the Smog Dust Sword and absorbing Saul's soulforce was clearly the ice spirit. When Saul launched a sneak attack on him, Lu Xuan didn't have time to think about anything else. But when he realized that Saul intended to steal the sword, he immediately made the ice spirit move from the Profound Ice Phoenix's Blood Sword to the Smog Dust Sword.
Originally, Lu Xuan wanted to feign defeat and take the initiative to deliver the Smog Dust Sword to Saul. However, he didn't think that Saul would be so strong that he could really rely on brute force to steal the sword from his hands. But like this, Lu Xuan's plan would truly be flawless.
Reality proved that this was indeed the case. Saul didn't have any suspicions, and this gave the ice spirit an excellent opportunity! She would steal Saul's soulforce for her own use.
After this unforeseen event, the soulforce around Saul's body was clearly not as abundant as before. This was especially evident after he condensed another right arm.
If he didn't make a move now, when would he?!
Lu Xuan was the first to make a move. The Smog Dust Sword trembled in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed forward, piercing towards Saul! The other six also used their best moves. They had already used the Soul Severing Sword to scheme against Saul once, and they couldn't use the same trick again. Next, they had to rely on brute force to deal with him.
Saul revealed a malevolent expression, and fiercely said, "You've eaten mine, and I'll make you spit it all out! Soul Seizing! "
Saul's hands spread out, and several dozen hooks and sickles instantly appeared in the air. Every single sickle was condensed from pure soulforce, and was extremely powerful.
To Saul, every strand of soulforce was like an arm. Using the phrase 'as if he was using his own arm' to control these sickles and sickles was truly the most suitable description.
Countless sickles and sickles formed a densely packed net. Not only was it used to obstruct the attacks of Lu Xuan and the others, it was also an attempt to capture them all in one go!
After experiencing a sneak attack from both sides, Lu Xuan's group of seven finally engaged in a head-on clash with Saul, whose strength had been greatly reduced. To a certain extent, one's methods could affect the outcome of a battle, but it definitely wasn't the final blow. If one wanted to win, it would ultimately depend on one's own strength.
Strength, that was true strength.
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