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Under the glaring sunlight, the long sword in Song Yi's hand was narrow and gave off a cold glow. He did not need to get close to it to know that it was a treasured sword that would never appear in the world. Only the Heavenly Iron s that he had obtained in the cold lake could release such a bone-piercing chill. Song Zhong was too arrogant and disdained to even use weapons.

Song Zhong's gaze landed on the sword in Song Yi's hand. In Song Zhong's eyes, the use of weapons made people dependent on him, the stronger the weapon, the weaker he would weaken, and he would never be as strong as himself.

I don't care if what you want is the future throne of Ghost Clan or the wealth of Salt Lake City. Before Song Yi could finish his sentence, the cold sword at his side had already begun to unsheath.

The Ghost King frowned slightly. He looked at the Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin beside him and asked: "You gave me an anecdote for the Heavenly Iron I gave you?"

Anfey asked for it from me the year before last. I never thought that he would successfully forge a sword out of the Heavenly Iron, he is worthy of being my son. Although Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin's words were indifferent, one could hear the pride of a mother.

Not bad, he was actually able to forge a Heavenly Iron on his own. Ghost King nodded his head, his mouth was filled with praise, as though he was not angry about the injustice of the match.

The sword by Song Yi's side was unsheathed, and a wave of unimaginable perception, strong enough to cut off a cultivator's perception, and sword intent that made one feel as if all their emotions had been ruthlessly cut off, began to fill the air.

Song Yi's eyes were emotionless as he unsheathed his sword for a while, and then returned it back to its sheath. He said, "I forged this sword with my own hands. My name is Broken Heart!" Once this sword is drawn, our relationship as brothers will be severed.

Song Zhong smiled and said: "Big brother, you are now talking about brotherhood with me, I am truly a little disgusted."

Song Yi felt humiliated. Even if he did not have brotherhood, Song Zhong had never respected him, his big brother. Even if he was a genius cultivator with Ghost Clan, so what if he was favored by his father? Song Yi silently said in his heart: Me! Never be the one who gets kicked out of the city!

Song Yi had no other choice, so he could only use his sword.

The instant he pulled out his sword, the white rocks behind him were neatly sliced into pieces by the streams of sword qi. The heartbreak containing the coldness pierced towards Song Zhong's body, and Song Zhong used all of his strength to stab outwards without any weakness.

When Song Zhong's hand was facing Song Yi's Absolute Love Sword, it quickly underwent a subtle change. The veins on his hand bulged, and his fingernails extended out a full inch from his fingers, just like a sharp dagger.

Using the most righteous stance on the battlefield, Song Zhong used his fingertip as the tip of the sword to forcibly block Song Yi's cold Absolute Love Sword.

The moment the tip of the finger made contact with the sword tip, the servants who were closest to Song Zhong let out a groan and flew out.

On the body of Song Yi's Broken Love Sword, countless transparent sword lights suddenly appeared, the Broken Love Sword released waves of buzzing sounds, as though countless small transparent swords were wildly revolving and slicing the body of the Broken Love Sword.

After the servants standing behind Song Zhong fell to the ground, a thin layer of frost condensed on their eyebrows, hair and beard. It was actually difficult for these servants to get up.

Song Zhong's fingertips began to turn pale white, so white that they were almost transparent. It was as if the bones inside could be seen clearly. After facing him for over ten breaths of time, Song Zhong took a few steps back as his face began to turn pale white.

Song Zhong could not help but sigh in his heart, the Broken Love Sword made by the Heavenly Iron was indeed powerful. Even after the two sides stopped battling, Song Zhong could still feel the coldness that was transmitted into his body from his own hands. Even so, there had always been a trace of a faint expression of ridicule on his face.

Song Yi looked at Song Zhong's pale face, and suddenly thought, if Song Zhong lost, he would definitely not be lenient. If Song Zhong died, would he suddenly become very lonely? Would the Ghost King only care for this one son of his? in the future, he could become the only king of Salt Lake City.

Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin rubbed her temples and turned around, just in time to see Ghost King knitting his brows and asked: "Do you think that it's unfair for everyone to think that I gave my Heavenly Iron to Yi'er?"

Ghost King did not look at Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin, but continued as if it was no different: Salt Lake City only values power, if you give the Heavenly Iron Sword to Yi'er, it would be his power. Salt Lake City only valued power, and anyone who was strong could protect their Salt Lake City.

Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin once again turned her gaze to the two people fighting, Song Yi stopped for a moment, when suddenly the Sword Qi erupted, the Sword Qi released an even stronger chill as it pierced through the air, the Sword Qi aimed straight at Song Zhong.

However, the moment Song Yi brandished his sword, Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin's face immediately turned pale white. She could tell that Song Yi's sword was aiming to take her brother's life. Song Yi actually wanted to kill her own brother in such a situation. Even though he loved her eldest son more out of the two sons, Song Yi's actions would definitely anger the Ghost King.

This time, Song Yi's Absolute Love Sword followed the path of extremely fast swords, its flying speed far surpassing that of ordinary flying swords. At this moment, his sword had flown out, and he was confident that no one would have the confidence to block it. Even if it was him, he would probably only be able to hit the flying sword the moment it entered his flesh.

However, by that time, it would already be too late.

Song Yi looked at the Sword of Broken Love that was firmly grasped in his left hand. Song Zhong's hands were already covered with ice, which was from being injured by the cold of the Heartless Sword.

What kind of willpower did he have to be able to catch the Sword of Broken Love that was colder than ice? Just as Song Yi was in a daze, Song Zhong's right hand slid down from his face to an inch on his chest.

Song Yi watched in disbelief as fresh blood flowed out from his chest. It was as if bright peach blossoms had bloomed, slowly blooming on the front of his clothes.

Enough. Ghost King stood up and said.

Song Yi and Song Zhong were not willing to let go, the Ghost King extended his hand and released a burst of finger energy, the force instantly separating the two.

Just as Song Yi was retreating, the Absolute Love Sword in his hand was sent flying by the power of the Ghost King Finger. Song Yi held onto his chest and panted strongly as he said: "The victor has not been decided, we cannot stop."

Song Zhong pinched his injured left hand, which was caused by Duan Qing, to become silent, but in his heart, he was naturally unwilling to stop just like that. He did not kill everyone because of his brotherly friendship. However, he had his own plans and would not give up so easily.

Again! Song Yi roared loudly as he looked at Song Zhong with his tiny eyes. His Sword of Broken Love once again floated in the air as red liquid once again seeped out of his chest.