Nameless Mountain.
An old man with white beard and hair, straight back and bright eyes slowly stepped onto the top of the mountain.
Standing in front of the tombstone, the sword master felt a little sad.
Wuming is dead?
As one of the heirs of Wushuang City, he was successful at a young age and had extraordinary swordsmanship. He had few rivals in the world. He once held a Wushuang sword and used the Holy Spirit swordsmanship to defeat the Tianchi killers who were rampant in the world. Only twelve of the one hundred and eight were left. Unparalleled in the limelight.
But later in a competition with the rising star 'Wu Ming', he was defeated by his inexplicable swordsmanship. In order to win, in order to defeat Wuming, the sword master chose to retreat from the world at his peak, and devoted himself to practicing hard to understand the highest state of swordsmanship.
But when he came out of seclusion, he was told that Wuming was dead?
The heroes are tied up and the long sword is empty. So what is the use of the twenty-two swords that he has spent most of his life studying?
As for Xiongba? He's just a young martial artist. Can he block three of his swords? That
What kind of hall master in the world would have tens of thousands of disciples under his command? These are even more like chickens and dogs. Compared with the indestructible sword energy, killing them is even easier than a farmer cutting grass.
"Amitabha!" A monk came to the tombstone and bowed respectfully.
"Tell me, where is Wuming!" The sword master asked directly without any politeness.
Swordsmen are always straightforward.
Since this person knew the grave of Wuming’s beloved wife, he naturally had an irreconcilable relationship with Wuming.
"Wu Ming is dead." The monk said slowly.
The sword master was furious: "I don't believe it!" After saying that, he raised his hand, and dozens of invisible sword energy rushed towards the bald head.
"Boom boom boom~"
Continuous explosions sounded, and dust was scattered everywhere.
After a while.
The monk held the rosary in his hand and remained motionless, with no scratches on his body. It was obvious that the sword aura just now was just to scare people.
"Amitabha, life is short, so some people have known the world early, stayed away from the Tao, and enjoyed themselves. There are also people who spend their whole lives fighting for fame and fortune. In the end, their bones are still buried in the deserted graves.
Donor, why do you wait for a dead person to fight you? "
"Hai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai, what I hate the most is you bald donkeys who talk nonsense." The Sword Master dismissed it and said, "I'll give you one last chance, otherwise...hum!"
After speaking, he raised his hand and pointed, and the invisible sword energy instantly cut the monk's arm and robe.
The monk remained expressionless: "You can't enjoy all the blessings, you can't say all the words, and you can't exhaust all the rules. If anything is too extreme, fate will inevitably end early. If the sword is used up, it will be broken and people will die.
In fact, the greatest courage in life is to retreat! "
"Hmph, I have retired for half my life just so that the afterglow can shine as brightly as possible!
The brave have no fear!
Back off? Only the weak will retreat! "The sword master's beard and hair were calm and he raised his hand automatically.
"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it!"
Before he finished speaking, the sword master transformed into a sword, and with sword energy raging around him, he rushed towards the bald man.
"Chi chi chi~"
Invisible sword energy swept across, trees, rocks, the ground and even the breeze were cut open.
Divine weapon? Not at all. As a swordsman, he himself is an extremely sharp sword!
"Qiang!"
Suddenly, a long sword sound sounded, and a sword fell from the sky and landed directly between the two of them.
The sword master was startled. When he took a closer look at the sword, he was very surprised.
"Hero Sword? Wuming, you are finally here!"
Then a young man floated down from the air and stepped lightly on the sword, looking very heroic.
"Senior, please don't harass my master's wife in her pure spiritual place!"
"Master's wife? Are you the descendant of the unknown?" Then the sword master snorted coldly and said with a smile: "The heroic sword is only suitable for the prodigies of the world. Since you are the descendant of the unknown and you are still in charge of the heroic sword, you must have perfected your swordsmanship. realm.
OK, OK! Just let me test how powerful your inexplicable swordsmanship is. "
The young man clasped his fists: "Junior is offended!"
After saying that, he kicked the hilt of the sword, retrieved the hero sword, and rushed towards the sword master with the sword.
"Twenty-two swords!"
Facing the unknown successor, the Sword Master was merciless. Although he suppressed his skills, he directly used his strongest skills.
All of a sudden.
"Chi chi chi~"
Thousands of sword energy shot out of the sky, sealing off the heaven and earth, all things, and Jian Chen's body. According to common sense, no matter what he does, he will have to endure hundreds of sword energy.
Killing people and killing gods, this is a sure-kill move, and it is the culmination of his lifelong swordsmanship.
Unexpectedly, Jian Chen's human sword merged into one, and his body shape was inexplicable. The two swords resisted the point where the sword energy gathered. When the sword master reacted, he found that the heroic sword was already on his neck.
He actually lost?
The sword master froze on the spot, somewhat doubting his life.
How could a junior who had just emerged from the martial arts defeat his swordsmanship? Could it be that all his hard work for most of his life was a joke?
Jian Chen sheathed his sword: "Senior, I accept my offer. I am Jian Chen. The Twenty-Two Swordsman mentioned by Master is indeed the supreme swordsmanship. This swordsmanship is so broad and profound that it has reached the boundless realm of swordsmanship and shocked the past and the present."
"Impossible, my sword twenty-two has never been used, how would your master know?"
The young man's words made the sword master even more doubtful about life. Is there anyone in this world who can predict the future?
Jian Chen smiled proudly and said: "Back when my master was competing with his seniors, he had already sensed the changes in Sword Twenty-One. There must be more to come than Sword Twenty-Two and Sword Twenty-Three.
After thinking hard for many years, the master created a new inexplicable sword technique: an inexplicable sutra, a wonderful tip, just enough to break the sword twenty-two. However, if the senior had used Sword Twenty-Three just now, the junior would have been defeated. "
"Twenty-three swords?" the sword master asked calmly.
"Yes!" Jian Chen confirmed: "My master said that Sword Twenty-Three is a terrible swordsmanship that destroys everything and annihilates all living beings. However, the changes in the skills of Sword Twenty-Three are something that my master still cannot imagine. It may be beyond the reach of ordinary people." Created sword moves!”
The sword master was thoughtful.
Is there anyone in this world who knows Holy Spirit Swordsmanship better than him?
Shaking his head, the Sword Master turned around and wanted to leave. Since he had been defeated by the Wuming Sword, he was too lazy to argue anymore.
"Senior, where are you going?" Jian Chen asked hurriedly.
"I don't have much time left, and I still have one last wish to fulfill." The sword master said calmly.
After his cultivation has reached his current state, the autumn wind has not yet moved the cicada prophet, who can clearly sense that his end will be five days later.
He wanted to use this last opportunity to take action to kill Xiong Ba, regain face for Wushuang City, and give Mingyue niece time to slowly develop Wushuang City.
He wants to prove that the people in Wushuang City are not weaker than anyone in the world!
"Senior, my master wants to see you."
The sword master frowned, pondered for a moment, and nodded slightly.
Chao asked, Xi could die!
…
An unknown courtyard.
"Old friend, come on, let's have a drink." Wuming stood at the table, held up the wine glass, and invited with a smile.
"I have never drank alcohol my whole life." The sword master refused directly.
Wuming picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"Tsk, what a pity. You must have missed a lot of beautiful things in your life."
"Wine is a poison that penetrates the intestines, and is also a taboo for people in the swordsmanship." The sword master said with emotion.
Drinking will make his sword neither fast nor stable enough. In this case, how can he master the sword perfectly?
Wuming was noncommittal, turned around, slowly poured wine into his glass, and said calmly: "The Heroic Sword has been passed to Jian Chen, and I no longer have the sword in my hand."
"But I can feel that you are a sword yourself!"
After the sword master finished speaking in a cold voice, he raised his hand and pointed his sword energy directly towards the gurgling water poured from the wine pot.
"Bah~"
What he never expected was that his indestructible sword energy disappeared directly on the surface of the flowing water without causing any waves.
"Why!"
Seeing this scene, the sword master sighed, and there was even a hint of despair in his heart.
"It seems that your skill has greatly increased. Even if I fight you again, I will definitely lose!"
Heaven, if Dugu Sheng was born, why was Wuming born?
What made him even more angry was that Wuming won and sat aside and made sarcastic remarks.
"The sword is dead in my heart, so I no longer care about victory or defeat. Now I am living my days in leisure, and I am enjoying myself." Wuming said with a faint smile.
If you don't care about winning or losing, just admit defeat!
The Sword Master sarcastically said, "I didn't expect that Wuming, who was once famous and invincible in the world, would now settle for mediocrity."
Nameless sadness.
"It is because of my reputation that I have attracted a lot of grievances and even caused my beloved wife to be killed. I have searched all over the world and still don't know which enemy did it.
The edge is too exposed, the grievances and grievances in the world are coming and going, when did it happen?
So I decided to die and retire from the world. "
The sword master tilted his body and smiled slightly, feeling somewhat pleased with himself.
Fortunately he doesn't have a woman!
After laughing for a while, he suddenly realized: "Since you have stopped asking about the world, why do you still have to see me today?"
Wuming put down his wine glass and looked at him deeply: "I hope you don't want to fight Xiongba!"
"Why?" The sword master was surprised.
Wuming stood up.
"Although the overlord is cruel and ruthless, now that the world is unified, at least the major forces will be less likely to fall into indifference and fights will be reduced. Isn't this great?
If he is defeated by you and the world is left without a leader, there will be another dispute and chaos in the world, and then all life will be in ruins. What are the people to blame? "
"Hahahaha!" The sword master laughed loudly: "I once slaughtered the entire Jianghu, and made all the forces in the world lose a whole generation. It also made the martial arts in the Central Plains completely unknown. Now I am standing in front of me, talking about the common people, benevolence, justice and morality. ?
Hahahaha, so funny!
Let me ask you, that Xiongba killed my own brother and left me alone, so I avenged him, what's wrong with me? If that tyrant were your wife-killing enemy, would you draw your sword? "
Nameless remains unmoved.
"No, just for your own selfish desires, you will plunge the common people into catastrophe. How can the common people deserve it? The dead have passed away, and the living are the most important!
Moreover, I look at your complexion, like a candle in the wind, which will soon fall into silence and darkness. Therefore, if you fight against Xiongba, you will die no matter you win or lose.
Do you think Wushuang City can withstand a new round of turmoil after your death? "
The sarcasm on the Juggernaut's face gradually disappeared, and then he fell into deep thought.
"I once owned everything, and I resolutely gave up everything. Sword Master, listen to my advice, let go of everything and be free." Wuming continued to persuade with an indifferent expression.
He actually doesn't care whether others listen or not. If it really doesn't work, the worst possible outcome is just convincing people with reason.
Reason, on the sword!
The sword master remained silent.
Wuming smiled, walked aside, and opened the window.
The night was dark and lightless, the breeze was gentle, and the weak candlelight in the room seemed to be the only light in the world.
"Everyone in the world thinks that being ordinary is good, but one cannot forget fame and fame. We pursue it hard all day long, but only to be buried in the spring after death."
"No, absolutely impossible! Wuming, if you want to save the world, then kill me first!" the sword master said angrily.
All the people in the world and the remaining people in Wushuang City have nothing to do with him. No relatives or friends, so what if they are all dead?
He holds the sword in his hand just for the joy of his heart!
Wuming turned around, and the two looked at each other. In an instant, their qi and energy clashed, and the invisible sword qi collided with each other.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang~"
From nowhere around, swords and sharp weapons all seemed to be summoned, coming out of the air.
finally.
The Sword Master was the first to be unable to hold on, and pointed his sword, raised his hand, and pointed it with all his strength.
"Shuashuashua~"
Thousands of sword energies that had been nurtured for decades rushed towards Wuming in an almost endless manner.
According to his calculations, in such a small room with no place to hide, the chances of winning are extremely high!
After a while.
The sword master was silent.
His indestructible sword energy rushed in front of Wuming, and all of them disappeared like mud cows into the sea. Not to mention killing people, he didn't even kill a mosquito.
"Haha~" The sword master suddenly gave a bitter smile: "The sword has a cloud, and the sword has no one in ancient times. Thousands of swords respect it and worship it like a god. Although the human sword is one, it is only a sword after all. In front of the heavenly sword, , will eventually surrender and eclipse.
Hey, I never thought that I would be able to see the grace of Heavenly Sword in my lifetime. God has been so kind to me! "
At this moment, he only felt that if he could die under the Heavenly Sword, he would be worthy of cultivating the sword all his life, so he could relax for a moment.
"Sword Master, let's go." Wuming said.
The sword master was startled: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill Xiong Ba?"
Wuming turned around and looked up at the sky.
"With the sword strike just now, you used your true energy rashly. The sword energy has been exhausted. If you fight with Xiongba again at this time, you will definitely die. I hope you can think carefully."
He very much hoped that when the Sword Master returned today, he could live for a while longer and even comprehend the Twenty-Three Heaven-Destroying and Earth-destroying Swords.
Live too long and become invincible. He is too lonely.
The sword master hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked to the wine table, picked up the white porcelain wine pot, and slowly poured wine for himself.
"No matter what, this battle is inevitable! But for the sake of the Heavenly Sword, I will make an exception for this broken sword today and have a glass of wine!"
After saying that, the sword master picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
The hatred of exterminating the family, treating death as home. This glass of wine was the only time in his life that he enjoyed the so-called joy of being a human being.
This cup is a toast to his opponent, but also to himself.
Use the sword without regrets!
Hey, it’s a little spicy! Does this taste good?
Wuming stepped forward and gently patted the Juggernaut on the shoulder, his face full of apology.
"treasure."
What he did was worthy of everyone in the world, but he was only sorry for the Sword Master.
Speaking of which, the Sword Master is actually even more pitiable. He has no children, and now his only brother and nephew were also slaughtered by Xiongba's men, and his entire family was wiped out. Such an old man with white hair and beard still drags his body to seek revenge.
Jianghu, in fact, there is no real right or wrong.
"Thank you!" The Sword Master thanked him sincerely and turned to leave.
This time I can obtain the Heaven-Observing Sword, and I will have no regrets even if I die. But, he really doesn't have much time.
Hurry, he needs to be faster!
