I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

Chapter 1480

Seeing the light of hope in the eyes of Su Qiong and his disciples, he became even more irritated.

The evil spirit has not returned yet, and there is still power tearing the sky apart in the direction where he disappeared. Even a fool can tell that support has really arrived from there.

"We must capture Qionghua Peak as soon as possible!"

A thought flashed through Jiang Zhuoxiang's mind, and the sword in his hand suddenly changed into a long sword.

"Yan!"

The sound of sword chanting resounded, and wind and thunder roared at Qionghua Peak. Then they merged into one, and a deathly gray aura began to emerge.

Su Qiong's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at Jiang Zhuoxiang in the black fog in horror.

"Jiemie Sword, Intermediate Sword Heart, Jiang Zhuoxiang... You've been hiding your abilities this whole time!"

Su Qiong was really shocked.

She and Lei Cong have known Jiang Zhuoxiang for many years, and the grudges between the three of them have been going on for a long time.

But she never thought that Jiang Zhuoxiang, who had always used a knife, would suddenly use the swordsmanship of the Tianhuang Holy Land.

Moreover, he had cultivated the dreaded Jiemie Sword to the point where wind and thunder had become one.

"Hehe...Su Qiong, do you regret it?"

"I am an expert in both swordsmanship and swordplay, and I have never demonstrated my swordsmanship in front of anyone. How can Lei Cong be compared to me?"

Jiang Zhuoxiang smiled proudly and did not directly answer Su Qiong's question. Instead, his damn competitive spirit took over and he compared himself with Lei Cong.

Su Qiong was silent, his face extremely ugly, waving his hands wildly, continuously making hand seals, making the formation covering Qionghua Peak even brighter.

"So what if you cultivate the Tribulation Sword?"

"The power of destruction cannot break my formation!"

Finally, Su Qiong spoke, her words full of confidence.

Jiang Zhuoxiang's expression didn't change at all. He casually slashed with his sword, holding it at an angle, like a peerless swordsman.

"Who said I can only rely on the Jiemie Sword?"

"Look again, what is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, silver light rose up around Jiang Zhuoxiang, and strands of it gathered together to form a special scene like the veins of the human body.

The power of wind and thunder suddenly wrapped around the silver light, and the moment it came into contact, it completely merged with those veins.

Then, an extremely terrifying aura burst out from Jiang Zhuoxiang's body.

"Silver Blood Sacrifice to Wind and Thunder!"

"you……"

Su Qiong's pupils shrank into needle shapes, and a sense of sadness suddenly arose in her heart.

Silver Blood Sacrifice to Wind and Thunder is a famous explosive martial art in Tianhuang Holy Land. It can be practiced in the realm of immortality, but requires overdrawing one's silver blood and foundation.

For this martial art, the greater the price paid, the greater the power gained in return, and it can increase the user's combat power by up to 20 times.

"With ten times the combat power and the Jiemie Sword, can we break the formation?"

Jiang Zhuoxiang's black hair danced wildly, his clothes fluttered, and he looked like an invincible swordsman, looking down at Su Qiong.

At the same time, four demons appeared around him, their peak Jade Bone Realm auras bursting out crazily, as if ready to charge into Qionghua Peak at any moment...

"You...will die a horrible death!"

The evil demon was roaring, his vitality was almost completely exhausted, and his forbidden magic technique: infinite regeneration, was completely broken.

"It's a pity that the rank of the Death-Defying Rebirth is too low, only a mid-level super-rank, otherwise why would it take so long?"

Lin Xuan shook his head, not very satisfied.

Jiuxiao Jin almost has the power to kill Li Mo instantly, but the vitality is too much of a hindrance, so he can only deprive it of the power of rebirth over and over again.

"it is good!"

Lei Cong watched from a distance, his eyes filled with relief.

The evil demon continued to roar, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"The souls of my disciples of the Thunder Punishment Sect can now rest in peace."

Lei Cong's tears streamed down his face, and his gratitude towards Lin Xuan reached its peak.

At this moment, Li Mo, who had regained his vitality once again, gritted his teeth and uttered harsh words, with a strong sense of unwillingness in his words.

"Master Jiang Zhuoxiang will not let you go. Once Qionghua Peak is conquered, you will all die. I will go to hell and wait for you."

Lin Xuan ignored him and attacked again to deprive him of his last bit of life. With one slash of his sword, he was completely killed.

"Uh... ah..."

With the last scream, the evil demon completely dissipated, the surging evil aura returned to calm, and the raging demonic flames disappeared without a trace.