Survival in an apartment, starting with a stroke of luck on a plane

Soon, the white light receded slowly like a tide.

The eight-sided Han sword, which was originally stuck diagonally in the ground, is now floating in the air. The tattered tiger doll has disappeared, but a crooked, abstract tiger pattern can still be vaguely seen on the blade of the eight-sided Han sword.

It looks like these two pieces of equipment have been fused together.

At the same time, above the Han sword, two semi-transparent phantom souls were embracing each other tightly.

The charred and malevolent black mist on Liu Xiangxiang's body had almost completely disappeared, replaced by a deep, watery, dark silver luster. Her pale face regained some of the gentleness she had in life. Although there were still no eyeballs in her empty eye sockets, they seemed to have a focus, and blood tears no longer flowed from her eyes.

She held her daughter, Liu Yue'er, tightly in her arms.

Liu Yue'er's soul became more solidified, her small body radiating a soft, milky-white halo. Her little face was pressed against her mother's cold soul, and she was tightly hugging a tattered tiger doll in her arms.

The feeling of confusion and disorientation completely dissipated from Liu Xiangxiang.

She slowly raised her head, and her "gaze," now regaining its senses, was fixed on "Idol King Xiangxian," who was being entangled with Lin Yu and roaring in defiance not far away.

"The Idol King Xiangxian" seemed to sense the hateful gaze and the new sword that had completely broken free from its control.

A flicker of panic flashed in its last remaining ink dot "eye," only to be replaced by a deeper madness.

"You wretch! How dare you betray me?!" It let out a piercing shriek, ignoring Lin Yu's whipping and slashing knife, forcibly mobilizing the remaining power in its body, forming a strange and sinister hand seal with both hands, chanting incantations, and an invisible wave instantly enveloped the floating Han sword.

It wanted to forcibly activate the magical imprint that Wang Xiangxian had engraved on the sword spirit's origin, regain control, and even detonate the imprint to severely injure or even destroy the sword spirit that had escaped its control.

Om-!

The Han sword trembled violently, and a dark red, twisted mark resembling a blood vessel suddenly appeared on its blade, emitting an ominous light, attempting to erode the newly formed sword body and even more so, to invade the souls of the embracing mother and daughter.

"Ah!" Liu Yue'er let out a weak cry of pain, her little face scrunched up.

The light emanating from Liu Xiangxiang's soul fluctuated violently, and a look of pain appeared on her face.

But the hatred in her eyes burned even more intensely.

"Wang Xiangxian! And you, you usurper! The pain and humiliation you have inflicted on my mother and me must be repaid today!" Liu Xiangxiang's soul uttered a scathing accusation, her voice no longer broken, but instead carrying a resolute determination to destroy everything.

She suddenly pulled her daughter tightly into her arms, her own soul radiating a strong dark silver light as she forcefully resisted the corrosive mark.

At the same time, her will as a sword spirit, like the sharpest blade, slashed fiercely at the evil connection that was trying to control her.

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A deafening roar, as if the soul were being torn apart, that could only be perceived on a spiritual level.

"Pfft!" "The God King Xiangxian" was struck as if by a heavy blow. His body stiffened abruptly, his hands, which were forming hand seals, trembled violently, and the ink-dot "eyes" dimmed instantly, as if they had been devoured by an invisible force.

Its thin black aura dissipated violently, and several more deep cracks, revealing the "bone," appeared on its already tattered paper body.

The restrictive mark it had placed deep within Liu Xiangxiang's soul was forcibly severed and peeled away by the newly born sword spirit through its own will and the transformative power generated by the fusion of the sword body itself.

It completely lost its last shred of control over the Demon Sword!

"No—! My sword! My Dao foundation!!" "Idol King Xiangxian" let out a desperate wail, filled with madness and resentment at the failure of his efforts.

"My benefactor!" Liu Xiangxiang turned to Lin Yu, her eyes filled with pleading. "Please take this sword! Slay this scoundrel! Avenge my mother and me, and all the wronged souls in this city!"

Before she finished speaking, her and Liu Yue'er's illusory souls transformed into two streams of light and suddenly disappeared into the floating Han sword.

hum!

The longsword emitted a clear, resonant sound, full of killing intent, and the dark blue tiger pattern on its blade shone brightly.

It seemed to come alive, transforming into a dark silver lightning bolt that instantly flew to Lin Yu's front, the hilt of the sword hovering steadily beside his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yu loosened his grip on the willow branch with his right hand and firmly grasped the sword hilt.

It wasn't as cold and piercing as I had imagined; instead, it had a strange, warm feel, as if I were holding the pulse of a living thing.

A deep and powerful sense of strength instantly surged into my arm.

"Fine! I'll avenge you!" Lin Yu's eyes were sharp.

He felt the power and desire emanating from the sword.

"Insect! You dare to wield a divine weapon?!" "Idol King Xiangxian" went completely mad. Knowing it had no way out, it squeezed out the last bit of its original power, and the last bit of thin black energy burst out from its body, forming several sharp claws. With the momentum of mutual destruction, it frantically pounced on Lin Yu.

It wants to destroy this sword, and destroy this human being who has destroyed all its hopes.

Lin Yu gave a low shout and advanced instead of retreating.

He gripped the Han sword tightly with both hands and charged forward.

Om-!

The light on the sword's blade surged.

Lin Yu swung his sword horizontally, the sword light flashing out like a bolt of lightning! Wherever the sword light passed, the air emitted a sharp howl.

puff!puff!puff!

The several black claws that lunged at him were easily severed the moment they came into contact with the sword light, as if a hot knife were cutting through butter.

The sword light continued its momentum, striking with unparalleled precision the wrecked body of "God Immortal King Xiangxian".

"Ugh—!"

This time, the damage was far greater than that caused by willow branches and butcher knives.

The sword light not only tore through its papery surface and writhing, rotten flesh, but more profoundly, an invisible, soul-piercing tearing pain instantly swept over the remaining consciousness of "God Statue King Xiangxian".

That was the resentment of the evil spirit within the sword! It felt that the will of the portrait that formed its core and the remnant soul of Wang Xiangxian were both wailing under this sword, as if they were about to be completely torn apart.

"The God King Xiangxian" screamed and flew backward, spraying blood all over his body, his life force instantly plummeting to the bottom.

Lin Yu pressed his advantage relentlessly, his feet firmly planted on the ground as he followed closely behind.

The Han sword in his hand transformed into deadly arcs of light.

Go!

With a thought, Lin Yu unleashed a burst of blue light from the sword.

In an instant, a phantom image burst forth from the sword! This phantom image vaguely resembled Liu Xiangxiang's facial features and fiercely attacked "God Immortal King Xiangxian".

*Pfft! Sizzle!*

The sword spirit's claws and Lin Yu's sword, which followed closely behind, landed almost simultaneously on the core of "God Statue King Xiangxian"—that distorted paper face.

"No--!!!"

A sound, a mixture of the shattering of the portrait, the annihilation of Wang Xiangxian's remnant soul, and an endless, heart-wrenching wail, abruptly ceased.

The Han sword pierced deeply into the brow of "God Immortal King Xiangxian".

The sword light and the ghostly blue soul fire erupted instantly.

Hiss... Boom!

The remains of "Idol King Xiangxian" swelled and disintegrated rapidly from the inside out, like a paper figure thrown into a furnace.