Just when the pilgrims present thought that the sword of Lord Cao would determine the outcome, a figure stood in front of the burly man.
"This is..." The pilgrims saw an old man sitting cross-legged in the blue waves, facing a tide. They frowned and suddenly remembered a rumor.
There was a burly man, holding a cauldron in his hand and an old man on his back, challenging the saints from all domains. With this burly man holding the old man in his arms, no one could rival him.
"…….."
The two pilgrims looked at each other, then looked at Cao Shengzun, and saw that the holes in his green eyes were shrinking.
This is an old man, his aura is rotten, there is not much life left, he is about to die. But for some reason, it was this dying person that gave Lord Cao Sheng a huge crisis.
The two pilgrims also felt something bad in their hearts.
This burly man was indeed very powerful. The magical skills he learned actually made him more courageous as time went on. However, they still saw the drawbacks of this technique. They needed to consume their own vitality and immortality in advance, and they would continue to break through the limits and reach the level of A leap in combat power.
This magical technique makes people feel too evil. If this burly man was not a pilgrim, he would definitely die suddenly!
This technique can only be touched by the indestructible mind held in the palm. It can be said that it is tailor-made for pilgrims. It is because of its immortality that it can continue to break through the limits.
But this pilgrim is too young, and his immortality has not yet been stabilized, so he came to challenge him. The strength he showed was at best the peak of the early pilgrimage, so how could he be invincible along the way? Leaving behind one horrific rumor after another.
There's something wrong with this, it's not as simple as it sounds.
The two pilgrims felt that the old man was the real manipulator behind the scenes, and said quickly: "Holy Master Cao, this old man is very strange. I am afraid it is not as simple as what we have seen. It is better to be careful."
"It's okay." Cao Shengzun raised his eyebrows slightly and regained his composure.
"You said that you have seen many sword cultivators, and my sword can be ranked among the top ten. Except for that gentleman from the East, who else in this world has a sword that can rival mine?"
Saint Cao seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
He was born from the will of the sword, and from then on he carried the will of the sword. He was destined to move forward in the sword, and his sword was destined to be invincible in the world!
From the appearance of the old man to the fall of the tide, it just happened between the lightning and flint, one after another.
The Tao sword intent rushed toward his face, making people tremble. Even those who are powerful in the late stage of pilgrimage will suffer defeat if they are caught in this tide!
The majestic sword intent swept out one after another, majestic like a river flowing, and its momentum was endless! The sword light slashed down, and the whole world trembled like water waves.
"Why haven't you drawn your sword yet?" Lord Cao asked.
"Could it be that in this tide, I was so frightened that I couldn't lift the sword?"
The old man did not take action, but floated cross-legged in the air, like a dead old tree that could no longer open its branches, waiting for the thunder to arrive and destroy it!
Daytime, thunder! At this moment, it sounds everywhere.
There is extremely clear silver light, which gradually overflows in the overlapping tidal waves, destroying every place.
Lie Yan felt the majestic and endless sword intent, and her face suddenly changed.
This is this holy land. The sword energy of the number one sword master... makes people feel frightened in their hearts. If these countless sword intentions fall on me, will I be able to resist them?
Obviously it's impossible. One or two, maybe. But these countless ways, their own immortality, are completely unable to resist. The final result, just as Saint Cao said, was to be suppressed on the spot for hundreds of thousands of years!
"Master!" Lie Yan's face suddenly changed.
The silver light was like daylight, covering the old man's body in an instant, and his figure could no longer be seen. I can only feel the endless murderous intent and the crazy bombardment.
Although the master is powerful, he is seriously injured for unknown reasons. Can he survive this shocking sword power without any harm?
Lie Yan felt the cold gaze from the opposite side.
"Is this what you rely on? If it's just that, then... you have lost."
In this sword, the pilgrims of the world have nowhere to follow.
"Yes, he is my support. But if you want to suppress my master with just this sword, it would be too much." Lie Yan gritted her teeth and retorted.
"Master hasn't struck out with his sword yet, how can he say he's defeated?"
Although Lie Yan was frightened by this sword, her master was in front of her at this moment, and she had no idea of escaping in her mind.
Suddenly, Cao Shengzun's expression became solemn, and he looked at the extremely bright light in disbelief.
The sword energy spanned millions of feet across the sky, tearing this space apart and becoming extremely dilapidated. But at this moment, Cao Shengzun felt the extremely bright light in that place.
, the sword intention became absolutely still, no longer showing any sign of flow.
Like a sudden violent rain, it dissipated in an instant. The dark clouds dispersed, and the blazing sun broke through the heavy clouds.
"I took this sword. Thank you for your sword intention."
In the light, someone slowly spoke.
Then, there was a backflow, pushing out from the light. There were collisions and explosions, which was the collision of tide and backflow. For a time, the heavy smoke became turbid and chaotic.
But...at the end, it's not like that. A figure appeared at the end of the smoke wave, still sitting cross-legged, surrounded by waves, and even layers of ice shavings appeared, moving away with the countercurrent.
The end of the smoke wave became the source again. Only the source is extremely clear.
"…….."
"This is…….."
The two pilgrims held their breath. At this moment, the thousands of miles of sword light seemed to be frozen. The originally majestic, terrifying, and extremely sharp sword intent began to solidify as the layers of ice shards flowed back. It's like it has become a pool of stagnant water, with no living water coming in anymore.
"Your sword intention comes from nowhere. So what should you do?"
In the light, the voice spoke again.
The ice fragments all over the sky turned into a withered yellow color when they fell in the words, and a tide that never fell was completely cut off as the color withered.
Grass and trees are all soldiers, and all things in the world grow and flow, which can be the meaning of the sword. However, everything under the feet of Cao Shengzun grew and could no longer be revived, and its vitality was forcibly extracted.
The light in the distance gradually dimmed, and the figure gradually emerged.
The man no longer sat cross-legged, nor was he covered in decay. The decay in his body was completely swept away by this tide.
"Just now, I made a mistake. Your swordsmanship can only be considered mediocre in all the worlds. Your Excellency said that your swordsmanship comes from a certain sword god in the East."
A sword rises, but there is no whisper. However, one sword completely shattered this tide.
A middle-aged man with white hair and a thin face, holding a silver sword, appeared in front of Cao Shengzun. It only took half an inch to open his throat, so that the sword energy could flow into him and kill him. Heavy damage!
The middle-aged man looked at the bewildered men in green robes and said calmly.
"If this is really the case, does this person dare to call himself the God of Swords?"
