Chapter 664: Touch

On this side, with the two annoying Golden Crows no longer blocking the way, the speed at which the Yingyuan rolled back was extremely fast.

After the shadows of the Yingyuan concentrated, a large space was revealed; although it was still gray and hazy, it was much brighter than that pitch-black darkness that seemed ready to drip, and it was not a void of nothingness, but a normal space—though dim, it lacked strange, superfluous rules and could allow others to stand within it.

The final form of that Xin Wang Liang was born and stabilized within this space.

Compared to how Wang Liang's facial features were originally a blur, or even deliberately maintained in the form of a shadow, the appearance of Xin Wang Liang was clearly that of a person, and a very handsome young man at that; his clothing and hair accessories were indistinguishable from a real person, and he even had quite vivid expressions, only his edges were slightly blurred, as if he were a person's reflection in a Copper Mirror.

As soon as he appeared, he opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, like a pool of calm autumn water, deep and bottomless.

Extending a finger forward, he made a clear sound: "Is there only one person left now? Come over here."

His voice was very calm, and apart from being excessively young, it was quite normal, lacking any of the eeriness of the thousands of ghost faces from before.

Answering him was another clear and steady voice: "Yes, you have only one enemy left. I will be the one to finish you."

A figure walked over; although there was nowhere to set foot in the Void, he walked over very steadily, his posture upright, like a towering pine.

Even now, his internal organs were still churning, and it felt as if a ball of fire was stifled in his throat.

When Tang Zhao summoned it out, he had already confirmed it.

This was the Sword Image of the New Golden Crow Sword, small and a bit cute, yet possessing powerful strength.

Just like thousands of other Sword Images, it was the symbol of the sword, carrying the sword's energy, moving flexibly at the Sword Guest's command—

The shadow of this sword and the sword of shadows were still reflecting incessantly; the shadows were superimposing rapidly, the layers of shadows increasing, but the size remained unchanged.

But after the light of destruction coiled around the sword's edge, Tang Zhao hesitated no longer, holding the sword forward, charging ahead at the speed of light, moving forward without looking back!

A white-gold light, Growth, turned back and landed on Tang Zhao, causing his Momentum and power to climb step by step.

But, it can also be killed!

Kill it, and make a complete end of it!

The little Golden Crow appeared and naturally landed on Tang Zhao's shoulder, gently flapping its wings.

He convinced himself over and over that this was a newborn Golden Crow, still in its ignorant stage, its power had not yet awakened its memories, and its spirituality was still dormant. One day in the future, it would remember. At that time, Jinwu Dianxia would return once more.

Who says it wouldn't?

But this could not suppress Tang Zhao's sorrow and anger, which was also the source of his current calmness—when emotions reach their extreme, one becomes calm instead.

Behind him, there was a faint, indistinct shadow of a Golden Crow.

Three of them.

At the same time, although Wang Liang was expressionless, his gaze revealed joy; without a hint of cowardice, he met the sword and stepped forward.

These shadow ghosts were no longer the ones from before that surrounded and destroyed with sheer numbers; they had all undergone concentration and Superposition, their quality a hundred times higher, and as long as one was bitten by one, their power would be devoured rapidly, and if they couldn't shake it off in time, they would eventually be dragged into the Yingyuan...

The form of this sword was very much like the Yingyuan; the Yingyuan was precisely because of the incessant Superposition and compression of shadows, its quality becoming higher and higher, its density greater and greater, and its power stronger and stronger, to the point that it usurped the host and instead devoured Wang Liang.

Wang Liang itself was a Sword Deity formed from the Sword Image of a certain sword, carrying Sword Intent, but its Sword Intent was clearly not like this. After the birth of Xin Wang Liang, the Sword Intent underwent a transformation, so Xin Wang Liang and Wang Liang were already fundamentally different.

Every transposition between shadows made the Shadow Sword more powerful; a rational decision would be to strike as early as possible, using the freshly forged Golden Crow Sword to gain a power advantage...

But it didn't matter.

That Wang Liang pointed to his own face and said: "This is the best face I have ever seen, simply a feast for the eyes. Since I can choose my own appearance, why not choose the best? Actually, your face is not bad either." He scrutinized Tang Zhao's face carefully, nodding repeatedly, and said: "Either one is good, it really is hard to choose. But since you and I are enemies, let's each have one face, otherwise it will always be hard to tell us apart. When you die, I will change between the two faces."

As if!

Although Tang Zhao had his own judgment, he did not feel any urgency; with the true Golden Crow Sword in hand, his combat principle was only one:

Let me be the master.

And the Sword Image of the Golden Crow Sword was only one.

But now it was different; Wang Liang had revealed its true form, and it seemed even more powerful than the disordered Yingyuan.

Yingyuan...

Even if the old Wang Liang came to be bitten now, it would be completely assimilated by the new Wang Liang, becoming Wang Liang's power.

This is how... detestable!

Thinking back, Destruction was not even satisfied when the Golden Crow transformed into Ju Dongjun; if it knew that Wang Liang had actually transformed into the likeness of Dongjun, what would it think?

As for Tang Zhao, it was because Ju Dongjun's face reminded him of the Golden Crow; with things changed and people gone, having the enemy and an old friend share the same appearance could not help but make him feel angry.

A pure golden light, Shine, spilled into the surroundings, making the gray, hazy space become exceptionally bright.

Now this sword was like this again; this should be an ability that Xin Wang Liang possessed from birth.

One sword transforms into three swords; Shine unfolds the Sword Momentum, Growth acts upon oneself, and Destruction is left for the enemy!

The next moment!

Wherever the sword's edge reached, there was only destruction!

In an instant, Wang Liang's sword suddenly scattered, turning into the shape of countless book pages, from which countless ghost faces stretched out, biting toward the Golden Crow Sword and Tang Zhao.

The two swords crossed—

A Shadow Sword Deity formed from thousands of shadows had actually transformed into the likeness of the Golden Crow Sword Ju Dongjun, a generation representing the sun.

This was not the result Tang Zhao wanted.

Seeing Wang Liang reveal this sword, it seemed to have the intention of attracting him to attack quickly; this could be Wang Liang's lack of experience, not knowing how to conceal the sword's ability, or it could be another conspiracy to lure him into striking.

Wang Liang's appearance was actually Ju Dongjun.

Tang Zhao said sternly: "I will not die. To defeat you, everyone has followed one after another, sparing nothing to pave this road for me, just so I could stand here and face you. I am the last line of defense, and there are too many things supporting me, so I will never fall."

Including the Growth Golden Crow that had never been born; it was still one of the three legs of the Golden Crow, and it should also have a Golden Crow shadow.

The speed was astonishing!

It was a matter-of-course, ordinary Sword Image.

A cry of a crow!

A small Golden Crow flew out from the Golden Crow Sword, only the size of a palm; such a size could certainly not be called majestic or powerful, looking like a gold-plated sparrow.

The Little Golden Crow let out a Chirping, and three golden lights shot into the sky!

Only, it lacked its own spirituality.

By what right? Does it even deserve to?!

Tang Zhao said coldly, "You have given me another reason: so that you do not go out wearing my face, you had better die."

This is the Sword Image born from the Jinwu Sword.

Those were the ghost faces from the Yingyuan just now; they seemed to have undergone Disappearance, but now they bloomed from a sword, closer in distance, greater in number, and more ferocious in their Momentum!

Or rather, from beginning to end, what Wangliang held was not a sword, but merely a part of itself, a Storage rack for these shadow ghosts. That it was shaped like a sword was less about following outside customs and more about a means to confuse and deceive. Its essence had always been the Yingyuan.

A beam of dark golden light, Destruction Power, landed on the sword edge, the dark golden, seemingly explosive wisps of brilliance coiling around the blade.

That was also a handsome youth, in terms of appearance no different from the current Wangliang; the two stood face to face, four eyes meeting.

Seeing the sword edge arrive, countless shadow ghosts swarmed up, surrounding the blade, ready to tear and drag in the next moment...

Pure gold, white gold, dark gold.

Things having reached this point, for the sake of the past and the future, one must thoroughly eliminate Wangliang, right?

Previously, his plan with Jinwu was to concentrate all strength to pierce through the Yingyuan, because at that time the Yingyuan was unconscious; as long as it was pierced through and an exit opened, the rioting shadows could be vented out and eliminated separately, and the Yingyuan would break on its own. By then, Wangliang would have no power, and eliminating it would not be difficult.

It is not Jinwu, nor is it Destruction, nor is it anyone he is familiar with. It is brand new, just like the Jinwu Sword. It is like a chick hatched from an eggshell, young, cute, and pure.

"Jinwu—"

Shine, Growth, Destruction Power.

Wangliang glanced at Jinwu and said, "I heard that you outsiders all use swords? Then I will also..." As it spoke, it rubbed its body and rubbed off a pitch-black sword, "use a sword!"

He said, pointing the sword forward.

These three shadows are not the Jinwu Sword, but rather Tang Zhao's Sword Image Sunlight, transformed into three Jinwu. It is a memento he made himself.

That Wangliang revealed a very natural confusion and said, "Why do you dare to say such things? You are very weak, aren't you? Weaker than those two birds just now. Your sword looks very powerful, but what is the use of that?"

That sword appeared to be a single sword, but when looked at closely, it was composed of layers upon layers of sword shadows, as if every sword had its own shadow, and the shadows had shadows, one reflection layered upon another, stacked layer by layer, finally forming a sword.

Although Wangliang was newly born, it was never naive; on the contrary, it was full of cunning talent in battle.

The battle of the Jinwu Sword was never meant to be led by others.

"As far as I know, when a Sword Guest is alive, their own strength has a very large, even vital, influence on the sword. A weak Sword Guest cannot unleash the power of a strong sword. If you want to use this sword to contend with me, you should die and let the sword generate a Sword Spirit. Its Sword Spirit should be very powerful and able to contend with me. If you refuse to die, then you have no chance of defeating me."

Seeing Wangliang's face, the person who arrived, namely Tang Zhao, frowned and said, "Why are you wearing this face?"

All the shadow ghosts had only a momentary pounce before being met with eternal destruction!

In an instant, the edge of the Jinwu Sword cut through all the shadow ghosts, cut through the unfathomable Book of Shadows, and cut further forward—

Cutting through Wangliang!

With almost no pause, Tang Zhao's sword edge began to hack upward from the hand Wangliang used to hold the sword, hacking along the arm and torso, without hesitation splitting that face of Ju Dongjun into two halves!

After thoroughly splitting Wangliang, Tang Zhao felt it was not enough; a series of hacking strikes followed one after another, cutting the upper body of Wangliang into fragments, finely mincing it like meat, and finally, under the effect of the Destruction Power attached to the blade, those fragments completely turned into nothingness.

The dignified Wangliang, in the blink of an eye, was left with only its lower body!