Soldier's Sword Has a Soul Chapter 85

Damon gritted his teeth and continuously poured his soul power into the Zhixuan Sword. The golden lines on the black blade emitted bursts of golden light, as if some ancient writing was awakened on the blade, chanting a mysterious power that spanned ten thousand years.

Damon felt his hand holding the hilt was getting hot, his blood was boiling, clamoring, and throbbing, an unprecedented desire for blood and excitement for killing filled his body, he knew that the impulse came from the animal instinct in Zhixuan's bones, now transmitted to him through Zhixuan's horn, making him more excited than drinking and taking drugs. This was the first time he really used the Zhixuan Knife since the contract, he didn't expect it to be so different after the contract, at this moment, he seemed to be one with the knife, he could even feel the raging fire burning on the unicorn horn, devouring his reason, making him bloodthirsty and powerful, he can defeat Shen Yansui, he can definitely!

The Eagle Claw mixed with fierce soul power attacked like a densely woven net, leaving Damon nowhere to hide. Damon used all his strength and swung his sword fiercely. The Eagle Claw and the Blazing Black Sword encountered each other in the air, and the two soul powers collided with each other like two planets, instantly releasing unimaginable power, sweeping the entire street.

A gust of wind came with soul power, and the whole street trembled violently. Loose tiles floated into the air, tender plants were uprooted, rubble flew everywhere, window frames were about to break, Damon's palms cracked, his eardrums ached, his heart was under excessive pressure, every muscle in his body was screaming in pain, his clothes were like being cut by thousands of blades and turned into a quilt, his skin was cracked, and his nose could not smell anything except the smell of blood. His body was pushed back by the force, and his feet left two deep drag marks on the ground, but he never bent down, just holding the knife and gritting his teeth to resist.

Shen Yansui was not much better than him. He was bleeding from the mouth and nose, his arms were shaking constantly, and his face was full of unwillingness and suspicion.