C150 Pass the Test

On the towering dark black mountain, Han Bing and Xiangyun were covered in blood, holding the demon sword that was stabbed into the mountain peak at the same time. Fresh blood flowed onto the demon sword, causing layers of demon waves to form. The wind created caused the clothes of the two to flutter.

The two of them had firm gazes as they stared at the demon sword in their hands, unwilling to give in.

However, in the next moment, a shocking scene occurred. A black light flashed through the demon sword. The demon sword started to turn illusory, as if it did not exist. However, the touch of the demon sword on their hands let the two of them know that the demon sword was still at its original location. Immediately after, the black light brightened up and the demon sword became real again. At the same time, the demon sword became two, one held by Han Bing and the other held by Liu Ying.

"What's going on? How did the demon swords become two? Let's not worry about all that for now, saving Ling'er and Xingyan is more important. " Han Bing mumbled something, and ignored the pain all over his body, and quickly dodged to the stone pillar with the demon sword in hand.

Ye Zichen looked at the demon sword in his hand, then looked at the demon sword in Han Bing's hand, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. If one devil sword can rule the entire world, then wouldn't I be able to defy the heavens if I had two? " His gaze immediately focused on Han Bing, and his eyes emitted an ice-cold killing intent. The demon sword in his hand also churned, as if it could kill in any direction at any time.

"The two magic swords are mine. Han Bing, go die!" He yelled at Flowing Ying and attacked Han Bing.

At this moment, Han Bing was completely focused on Ling'er and the two balls of light, and didn't notice the attack towards Liuying from behind. He first arrived at Ling'er's side and abruptly swung the demon sword downwards, cutting off the chain. At this moment, Ling'er's entire body had gone limp, and she was unconscious. Han Bing held her in his embrace and swung her wrist, wanting to cut the ball of light.

But at this moment, a sharp pain came. Han Bing lowered his head and saw a pitch-black sword pierce through his back and appear in front of his chest. That blade was the Demon Sword. Han Bing turned around and saw Liu Ying looking at him with a face full of amusement.

Originally, he thought that Han Bing would counterattack, but who knew that Han Bing used all his strength to throw the demon sword forward, unerringly smashing apart the ball of light with the images of Xing Ran and the others. Liu Ying didn't stop at all and pulled out the demon sword that had been inserted into Han Bing's body. Instantly, blood splattered. Han Bing stumbled and fell onto the ground, but still held onto Ling'er tightly.

"I really don't know what you are thinking. With the devil sword in your hand, you could easily compete with me, but you went ahead to save the young girl and the Dongfang family. As a result, these two magic swords can only belong to me, haha … "he laughed wildly towards Liuying, his gaze drifting towards Ling'er in Han Bing's arms from time to time.

"How could someone like you know the importance of friends!" Han Bing forced himself to resist, standing up with Ling'er in his arms. His eyes were sharp as he glared at Liuying.

"Haha, friend? That's something that only the weak like you guys would have. A powerhouse like me doesn't need it at all. However, I can see that the little beauty in your arms seems to be very important to you. So I really want to know what you would do if I were to ruin her in front of you. " As he said this, he rushed to the side of Han Bing and used his demon sword to release a tyrannical devil might, pressing Han Bing to the ground.

As for Liuying, he snatched away Ling'er. A pair of large hands caressed Ling'er's little face as he looked at Han Bing teasingly.

"Bastard, you deserve to die!" Han Bing's eyes were completely bloodshot. However, he was unable to move as he was pressed heavily on the ground by the devil might.

"Haha, you won't be able to see whether I die or not. However, you can see me playing around with this little beauty. Haha." As he spoke to Liuying, he massaged Ling'er's little face.

"Ah!" Han Bing furiously roared. He was on the verge of going crazy. If he could, he wanted to cut Liu Ying into a thousand pieces, then burn his bones and scatter his ashes. However, in the face of absolute power, he could only howl in dissatisfaction. At this moment, he wanted to become strong, and he wanted to have the strength to save Ling'er.

"Young man, do you desire power?" One of the voices sounded like the great yellow bell, domineering and imposing, but it also carried an endless demonic might, as if a single thought could cause the people of the world to forever fall into the demonic path. This voice came from the depths of his soul, from Han Bing's body and heart. However, it was not Han Bing's own voice.

"Yes, I desire power!" Han Bing replied in a cold voice without a trace of emotion.

"Then follow me, the demon sword will grant me power!" The voice was like a demon from hell, slowly luring Han Bing into the abyss.

At this moment, Han Bing actually followed the voice and said, "Demon Sword, grant me power!" Just as he said that, the demon sword he threw out earlier turned into a streak of black light and returned. At the same time, the demon sword in Ying's hand also began to tremble. As time passed, the demon sword's trembling became more and more serious, causing Xiang Ying to feel a tinge of panic.

"Break!" Han Bing shouted angrily, and the demonic aura pressing down on her suddenly dissipated. She slowly stood up, the demonic aura lingered around her, and her black hair fluttered in the wind, as if she was a peerless great demon. He raised his palm above his head and shouted into the sky, "Demon Sword, if you don't return now, when will you?!"

Instantly, waves of demon waves were sent towards Liu Ying's magic sword. A powerful force was released from Liu Ying's hand and the magic sword flew over from the distance, revolving around Han Bing. Gradually, a golden light appeared between Han Bing's eyebrows, and the mark of a sword appeared on it. This was the Sword Heart that the Sword Shadow Martial God had bestowed to Han Bing that day.

In the next moment, the golden sword traces were slowly covered by black. The golden light dissipated and the black light became even more resplendent as it shone on the two demon swords. The two demon swords slowly trembled and continued to approach at an increasing speed.

swish swish *

The demon sword went into an illusion and disappeared into Han Bing's body. Although the demon sword had disappeared, the frightening pressure from the demon sword did not weaken in the slightest. Furthermore, it seemed to have increased in strength by quite a bit.

He looked at Han Bing in shock. Although he was still hugging Ling'er, he forgot to take advantage of her at this moment. This was because he could feel that Han Bing was the master of this world. With just a thought from Han Bing, he would die without a burial place. However, he was also confused, just now, the master of this world was Liu Ying, how did it suddenly become Han Bing.

"To Liuying, release Ling'er!" Han Bing's voice was hoarse, completely different from before. However, the hoarse voice was ice-cold and filled with magnetism, giving off a feeling of falling into a cave of ice.

"If you say so, so be it, me." Looking at Han Bing's cold eyes, he felt less and less confident as he talked to Liu Ying. In the end, he was unable to say anything.

Han Bing didn't waste any more time with him and raised his right hand. A black demon sword appeared in Han Bing's hand. Although the appearance of the demon sword didn't change, its aura had increased by more than ten times.

When the Demon Sword appeared, the wind and clouds changed color, causing the demonic clouds in the sky to change. Han Bing stood proudly, his aura domineering to the extreme. With a wave of his left hand, a wave of demonic energy swept over, bringing Ling'er over from Liu Ying's side. Without waiting for Ying Ying to react, Han Bing's figure flashed as he brandished the demon sword in his hand. The heaven and earth seemed to dance with the demon sword.

In the next moment, Han Bing appeared behind Liuying, and with both of her legs cut off, he fell to his knees, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Han Bing, please spare me. I swear that I won't target you in the future. Moreover, I have no enmity with you. Why do you need to fight to the death?" As long as you are willing, I will be your subordinate in the future and will follow you to destroy the Ximen family. The current him was completely helpless in front of Han Bing.

"Which hand did you use to pinch Ling'er just now?" Han Bing held Ling'er with his left hand, and raised the demon sword with his right, pointing it straight at Liu Ying.

"Spare me, I don't dare anymore." He begged for mercy to Liuying.

"I'm asking you something, speak!" Han Bing shouted, directly interrupting Liu Ying. He then stretched out his right hand and said with a trembling voice, "This one."

"Alright!" Han Bing smiled coldly, but no matter how he looked at his smile, he was still shocked. In the next moment, Han Bing waved the demon sword. With just one slash, it caused the weather to change and the sword shadows to fall heavily. Clearly, Han Bing had performed the slash from the Supreme Sword Art, instantly slashing out a thousand times, but did not merge it into a single sword, but instead, countless sword images flew past Liu Ying's right hand. In the blink of an eye, the originally undamaged right hand had turned into a hideous skeleton, without even a trace of flesh and blood.

"AHH!" A pig-butchering howl was issued to Liu Ying.

"Shut up. Let me ask you again, which arm did you use to hug Ling'er just now?" Han Bing yelled coldly, making Liu Ying shut up and then shyly reached out his left hand. He knew that he would not live past today, but he did not feel that he should follow Han Bing's orders, as if Han Bing's demon notes could penetrate his defenses.

"Very good!" He brandished another 1000 sword strikes, and his left arm was turned into a pale white skeleton.

"You really are a demon. Kill me, please kill me!" He was now regretting his actions. If he had killed Han Bing with a single slash, things would not have gone this way. Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world.

"Do you want to die? "It's not that easy." Although Han Bing's tone became calm, it still gave people goosebumps.

The next moment, the Demon Sword flew up and down, slashing at Liuying like a torrential downpour. However, it managed to avoid important parts of her body. In the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Liuying had become a bare skeleton. Before his death, his body had received more than just thousands of swords.

After killing Liu Ying, the demonic aura began to recede, and Han Bing's eyes gradually regained their clarity. However, he still had the demon sword in his hand. At this moment, his gaze was sharp as he looked at a floating ball of light in front of him. It was the trial takers from the Ximen family and the other three families. Without any hesitation, the demon sword suddenly waved and shattered the ball of light. The ball of light turned into specks of light like raindrops.

"Why do you want to save those unrelated people, or even your enemies?" A voice rang out, filled with demonic charm. This voice was also very familiar; it was the voice of the Demonic Devouring Dragon.

"Although there are people from the Ximen family here, the Zhang family, the Li family, and the Yang family are innocent. Furthermore, the Ximen family will personally go and kill them." Han Bing replied coldly.

"Haha, good. Those who are fated for it, congratulations on passing the trial. From now on, the Demon Sword will follow you. I hope that you won't disgrace it." As he said this, before Han Bing could react, the scenery in front of him began to dissipate.