The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Using the dark dragon's claws, the sword spirit headed straight for the dark dragon's other eye.

Although the Blade Spirit was satisfied with Mo Qian's body, it didn't mean it could be hit by the dark dragon's attacks. If it were touched even once, Mo Qian's body would be completely destroyed. Therefore, the Blade Spirit's first target was the dark dragon's other eye; it wanted to deprive the dark dragon of its sight first.

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When the Blade Spirit saw the dark dragon's massive mouth beginning to gather energy, it knew that the old dragon definitely wanted to unleash its dark breath. However, the Blade Spirit was currently on the dark dragon's body, and unless the dark dragon no longer wanted its body, it wouldn't risk releasing its dark breath on it.

The dark dragon understood this principle, so it frantically shook its body, trying to throw the sword spirit away. If it could successfully throw the sword spirit away, it would have a chance to use its breath to deal with it.

However, the Blade Spirit plunged his demonic blade directly into the Dark Dragon's scales, making it impossible for the Dark Dragon to shake him off.

"Roar! Human! You've gone too far!"

The dark dragon felt the pain from the demon sword. Incidentally, the damage caused by the demon sword would aggravate the pain, and with its infinite sharpness, the demon sword was a god-level weapon.

"Hehe, another eye, I've taken it."

The sword spirit drew its demonic blade, judged the distance, leaped forward, and with a flash of light, plucked out the dark dragon's other eye. Now, the dark dragon had lost its power.

"Is this really Mo Qian? Old Mo didn't even turn on the flash mode, how did he do that?!"

Huang Shaotian looked up at Mo Qian with some surprise. After the sword spirit had attracted all of the dark dragon's attention, the dark dragon's suppression of the others' aura naturally disappeared. Therefore, Huang Shaotian and the others could also look up and watch the battle between the sword spirit and the dark dragon.

However, Huang Shaotian and the others still thought it was Mo Qian. Only Yu Wenzhou noticed something was wrong, and Lao Wei also noticed something.

"Old Mo, has the way you hold the demon sword changed a little? Why is this posture so aesthetically pleasing?"

As the spirit of the demon sword, the sword spirit naturally knows how to wield the demon sword in the most aesthetically pleasing way. Therefore, the sword spirit's battles are like an art performance, fundamentally different from Mo Qian's bold and sweeping battles. The sword spirit's battles have a sense of returning to simplicity.

"This is most likely not Lao Mo. Lao Mo may have been possessed by someone."

Yu Wenzhou answered Lao Wei's question. Lao Wei could indeed tell that this was not Lao Mo, but what Lao Wei did not realize was that Lao Mo had been possessed.

Yu Wenzhou knew this simply because he recognized the way Lao Mo was holding the demon sword. He had seen it twice before, both times in the same way the woman held the demon sword, and the fighting techniques were exactly the same. Yu Wenzhou's eyesight and memory were top-notch, so he naturally recognized it as the sword spirit at a glance.

"Hmm? Then isn't Old Mo in great danger?"

Old Wei and Old Ye spoke at the same time, and Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng also pricked up their ears to listen. Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng did not know what was going on with Mo Qian, but they believed that Yu Wenzhou must know.

Yu Wenzhou has recently started to show signs of becoming a know-it-all. After visiting Qiongqi's library, he learned many secrets about the first ten levels, which he often shares with Huang Shaotian and the others when he's bored.
Over time, Yu Wenzhou became the subject of everyone's inquiries. As long as it was a question about the soul or memories, Yu Wenzhou could usually solve it perfectly. However, recently, Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng had been coming to see Yu Wenzhou the most. The two of them had been wanting to ask Yu Wenzhou whether Mo Qian's feelings for them were love. How would Yu Wenzhou know? Qiongqi's library had all kinds of books, except for one type: books about love.

Perhaps even Qiongqi (a mythical creature) cannot figure out what this thing is, or what kind of magic love possesses that makes countless men and women so infatuated with it.

Yu Wenzhou knew that Qiongqi was afraid of love. This was because Qiongqi was very arrogant and did not want to fall in love with anyone or be loved by anyone. Qiongqi believed that either situation would become its weakness, and Qiongqi could not afford to have any weaknesses.

Therefore, Qiongqi can possess everything, but it can also easily lose everything; Qiongqi can only end up all alone.

"This is simply an all-around suppression."

Old Wei was also somewhat shocked by the person who had possessed Mo Qian's body. Their strength was unimaginably powerful. What shocked Old Wei was that this person could use Old Mo's body to perform these almost invincible operations, which all seemed a bit too outrageous.

"Don't worry, this person won't harm Mo Qian."

Yu Wenzhou saw the worry in Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng's eyes, clearly concerned that Mo Qian might not come back. However, Yu Wenzhou felt that there was absolutely no need to worry about this one thing: he knew about the woman's feelings for Mo Qian.

"No, the one who possessed Mo Qian was a girl, wasn't it?"

Chu Yunxiu asked tentatively, and Yu Wenzhou's surprised look already gave her the answer.

"Humph!"

Chu Yunxiu was a little angry, and Su Mucheng was also glaring angrily at Mo Qian. Yu Wenzhou felt helpless and silently mourned for Mo Qian.

"Old Mo, you can't blame me for this. They really figured it out themselves. It's not that I didn't want to tell you."

Yu Wenzhou thought to himself, "Mo Qian is watching the sword spirit control his body from within his own mental sea. Mo Qian has truly learned a lot. The sword spirit's combat skills are absolutely overwhelming. If it weren't for the fact that Mo Qian's body is so crucial, the sword spirit could have ended this battle much faster."

"The final blow: rip out the heart of darkness."

Dao Ling silently thought to himself, while also sensing the physical strength of this body, which was also nearing its limit. This was the limit of this body.

"Tsk, it seems I went a little too far."

The sword spirit looked at the dying dark dragon; a thousand-year-old dark dragon was still far too weak. (End of Chapter)