"Second sword, now take mine!"
Zhou Yang's heart became increasingly alarmed, and he felt that he could not remain passive, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the third strike no matter what!
Since the opponent had mastered the Emperor Qi Sword Body's will, his own sword could not strike without breaking the opponent's Sword Intent, hence he was still overmatched.
On the other hand, a physical contest, a close-quarters duel, might still offer a chance!
Zhou Yang, with thoughts racing in his mind, suddenly spat a mouthful of blood onto his pitch-black giant sword. Instantly, the sword vibrated, emitting a clear howl, and suddenly appeared in his hand.
However, the weapon in his hand was not a sword, but a pitch-black entity burning like flames.
This flaming entity pulsated, like a Fist Intent, and abruptly lunged towards Zhou Yan's body!