The sword master's vast sword energy was like a mosquito biting someone, all of it shot into the chest of the statue. It only dispersed some clouds and mist, but did not cause any substantial damage to the statue.
The sword master was not annoyed, but instead laughed, seemingly enjoying it, summoning the sword energy over and over again, with a posture that would not stop until the statue was broken.
In this square of heaven and earth, the statue is so huge that it towers over the sky. The sword master steps on the flying sword, constantly flying around the statue, and constantly using his sword energy to chop down the statue.
The sound of tinkling is endless, and the sword master is tireless.
The sword energy that was originally fired at the statue did not dissipate after the failure, but accumulated bit by bit around it, constantly rising and falling.
I don’t know how long it took, but the world was filled with sword energy.
The sword master stood in the air in front of the statue's chest, his coarse linen clothes fluttering in the wind and making a hunting sound.
He held it in his hand as if he were holding a giant sword that held up the sky, and shouted loudly:
"I have a sword!"
The sword energy filling the world began to stir, whistling into the wind, gathering towards the sword master's hand, and condensing into an ordinary three-foot green blade.
"It can kill gods!" The sword master raised his sword upwards, and the sword energy broke through the air and slashed towards the chest of the statue.
There had been no movement at all, but the dead statue began to tremble, and an angry shout came from the statue, resounding throughout the world:
"Are you an ant again? Do mortals also want to kill gods?"
The next moment, the sky and the earth began to tremble, and the clouds and mist continued to billow. The big hand of the statue appeared in the clouds and mist, and grabbed the old man in coarse cloth and linen clothes with a sword, covering the sky and the sun.
"Living on the last breath, you are a false god, do you deserve to be called a god?"
The disheveled old man, who looked like a madman, lifted the sword and picked it up again, like lifting a thousand pounds. The sword energy was condensed like the light of the bright moon, blocking the big hand of the statue.
But just by blocking the big hand's breath, the sword energy continued to dissipate, and the big hand was no longer blocked. It held its claws with five fingers, trying to pinch the old man in the palm of its hand.
"Hahahaha..." Facing the big hand that covered the sky and the sun, the old man laughed wildly, pointed his right hand together to form a sword, raised it upright in front of his eyes, and chanted loudly:
"I have a sword! Immortals and gods will not invade!"
The long wind filled the old man's robe, and the sword energy condensed into wind and frost, protecting the old man for three feet.
"boom!"
The giant hand holding up the sky wanted to hold the old man tightly, but it could not be grasped tightly by the five fingers. In the palm of the five fingers, it seemed to be a world of its own, with a radius of three feet and no intrusion.
The old man groaned and pressed his fingers to form a sword between his brows. His body was full of sword energy. Facing the crushing force of the giant hand holding up the sky, he remained motionless like a pine tree or like a green blade.
Three feet above the head there is a god, and three feet above the palm there is a sword chanting.
The lingering gods and the humans as tiny as moth ants are fighting in this world that is as illusionary as dreams and shadows.
I don’t know how many years they have been fighting, but I only know that the old man at that time was not yet an old man.
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Xuanyuan Jing had that dream again.
In the dream, there was still the boundless ocean. She and Zhao Wujiang looked around with no one around. They could only cling to each other and drift until they were exhausted. Zhao Wujiang fell into the sea, and she wanted to rescue him.
I heard that sentence again: "Child, you shouldn't have saved him!"
The voice was still cold and strange.
The voice seemed to be right next to my ears, but also seemed to come from the distant sky.
But if you listen carefully, the sound seems to be made by Zhao Wujiang who fell into the sea.
Xuanyuan Jing struggled and woke up suddenly.
She was breathing heavily, with lingering fear in her heart. Tremors and numbness rippled from the bottom of her heart to her entire body like water waves. She trembled all over and tightened the quilt.
"Wujiang..." She couldn't help but murmur softly, looking to the side, her pupils trembling, and Zhao Wujiang disappeared from the bed.
Her lips moved and her teeth trembled: "Zhao Wujiang!"
"I'm here, what? Are you having a nightmare again?"
The dim yellow light gradually came in, and Zhao Wujiang approached with a green lantern. He came back from drawing the Yunzhuan Powang Talisman. As soon as he stepped into the door, he heard Xuanyuan Jing's worried voice.
Xuanyuan Jing breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were misty, and he suddenly hugged Zhao Wujiang.
