Ninety million years ago, Cao Shengzun came into being, leaving the legend of Cao Shengzun in one world after another.
His swordsmanship and divine ability, as a mortal grass, trained him as a swordsman, and from then on, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods.
This is the pilgrim with the best swordsmanship in the world. A powerful person once said that Cao Shengzun was born because of the sword. If he continues to practice swordsmanship for hundreds of millions of years, he may not be able to compete with the sword god in the east. Down.
But it was such a figure who was defeated by a fatal sword.
"Sage Cao...has he been defeated...who is this person...?"
When the two pilgrims saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed.
The majestic sword machines are heavy and endless. Pilgrims trapped here will be severely damaged. However, it was broken so easily.
Where does this come from? No matter how the two saints were thinking, they never thought about the identity of this middle-aged man.
There are only three hundred pilgrims in the Holy Land, and there are only a few dozen Eastern monks. They all rely on the power of that sword god to carve out a territory in the earth. As for the Western Buddhist Sect, it is mysterious and unpredictable. How many holy Buddhas are there? Never heard of it either.
In the Holy Land, only Cao Shengzun can practice swordsmanship, but in the east, there are millions of swordsmen, and all practitioners learn swordsmanship. Most of the fields that those dozens of powerful people in the realm of destruction traveled were swordsmanship.
However, among the dozens of human sword immortals, how many are stronger than Cao Shengzun?
"That sword god in the East once said that the swordsmanship of Lord Cao, in the infinite world, is only under himself and Jian Gucheng in the human world. Could it be that... this person is Jian Gucheng in the human world?"
This is a rumored master of swordsmanship, and it is said that his realm has reached the level of pilgrimage. But this person has been deep into the battlefields outside the territory for an unknown number of years. In the past millions of years, only the sword god from the East has been seen outside the territory.
"If this person swords the city alone, then the Cao Shengzun will not lose unjustly."
No one has seen the true face of Jian Gucheng, but those two swords in the world are the only ones that can defeat Cao Shengzun.
The middle-aged man was holding a silver sword, standing across the chest of Cao Shengzun. The blade of the sword seemed to contain the power of a whole heaven and earth energy, making him dare not move rashly.
"Jian Gucheng?" Cao Shengzun was silent for a moment and then asked.
"I am not Jian Gucheng." Chu Cheng shook his head and said: "I said that in all the worlds, there are no less than ten people who can beat you in swordsmanship. Apart from that sword god, Jian Gucheng is not the only one who can. Better than you."
"…….."
Steps from Cao Shengzun
From the beginning of his training, he was amazed by his swordsmanship and never met an opponent. But today, this white-haired middle-aged man defeated him easily. I really don't want to believe it.
But it is what it is. The middle-aged man's sword didn't have any gorgeous sword power, but the sword power contained in it was enough to destroy the world and was extremely terrifying.
"I lost this sword. But I am not defeated." Cao Shengzun shook his head, laughed, and said: "We are also pilgrims. If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."
Losing is not defeat. It may not be able to determine life or death.
Both of them are masters of swordsmanship. One sword may not be able to break through every sword.
The wind was blowing, and at the feet of Lord Cao, there were waves again.
The true form of the Grass Saint is a grass. It can be said that he is the ancestor of grass and can be called the source of green grass.
He is there and the grass is there. Where the grass is, the sword will never stop.
He is a steady stream of sword intent.
The sword intent was strong, and this time, the sword intent of Cao Shengzun's Sanbo was even more powerful than before.
When Lord Cao met someone with extremely powerful swordsmanship, who might even be stronger than him, he had no intention of retreating, let alone jealousy, but only a strong will to fight!
In the violent wind and rain, Cao Shengzun faced the terrifying sword machine lock, and his body shook for a while and began to become blurry. Ripples splashed around him, turning into many wave shadows and scattering in all directions.
This battle has not really begun yet, so how can we determine the outcome?
"If you are really not Jian Gucheng, then it would be really interesting. The way of swordsmanship should be like this. It needs a hundred schools of thought to contend. Only in this way can stronger swordsmanship continue to emerge."
The figure of Lord Cao disappeared in this wave, but his voice was still there, reverberating everywhere in the world.
There is another tide between heaven and earth, thunder rumbles everywhere, and lightning lights up, illuminating countless looming green figures.
At this moment, Cao Shengzun completely integrated with the sword, showing amazing power. Every sword intention was like the first thunder in the world.
"Grass Saint Lord!"
This murderous intention was astonishing. The usually calm Lord Cao suddenly became murderous at this moment. Even the other two pilgrims were surprised.
"This is a duel of swordsmanship. Sword cultivators, are they so terrifying? Under the collision of their sword intentions and in the fight, they find the path of transformation and perfect the swordsmanship."
If Cao Shengzun can win today, there is a great possibility that his swordsmanship will be able to take a further step and step into the next level.
Late pilgrimage!
At that time, how many people in the world, in the late stage of the pilgrimage, can be the enemies of Saint Cao?
"Master!" Lie Yan looked at the figure and the middle-aged man, knowing that this man was the old man from before, his master.
She didn't know why the old man, who was originally withered, became full of vitality. Although it is still very dull, it is completely different from before.
"Master...have you recovered from some injuries...can you win against this strong man?" Lie Yan knew that the master was so powerful that he could even arouse the spirits of the four gods. He even had the skills of the four gods. At his peak, , must stand at a height that only a few people in the world can match.
"Master is so powerful, how can this person be able to match it!" Lie Yan's eyes flickered as she looked at the two pilgrims watching from a distance.
At this moment, they are about to take action. After all, they will be both prosperous and destructive with Cao Shengzun. If Cao Shengzun loses, they will also lose!
In this battle, their winning rate is extremely high. The middle-aged man is not a solitary swordsman. Being able to break through the sword domain of Cao Shengzun does not mean that he can break through it again and again.
This person's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary, but they still don't believe that there is a third swordsman in the world who can defeat the Holy Lord Cao.
But this burly man was already pale, and he was afraid that he would never be able to use that weird magic again.
The two pilgrims took a step towards the burly man without any hesitation. They wanted to suppress the man first and then support Cao Shengzun.
"Your sword power cannot fully restore my own injuries, but it doesn't matter."
Suddenly, there was a roar and a crack. A ripple was cut off again by a sword.
When the tide cuts off, the Milky Way comes in and fills the empty world. There is a canopy of stars all over the sky, and the stars fall from the sky, burning brightly and illuminating the mountains and rivers.
The stars were shaken like the sun coming from the east.
With the appearance of this star curtain, the sword machine rushed into the sky, swinging wildly between the heaven and the earth, causing the stars to fall even more violently, making the brilliance even more dazzling.
"With this sword, I will use you as a guide to ask for advice from the sword god you are talking about."
"Where did this star... come from!" The figure of Cao Shengzun was forced to appear, with blood flowing in his palms.
There are no stars shining brightly in the holy land. Only outside the territory can such starlight exist.
There was a Pengbai brewing. Feeling the terrifying crisis, the Pilgrim Lord was horrified in his heart. He looked at the starry sky and felt the incomparable majestic power of the sword, and his face turned pale. He opened his mouth and said: "Why does the devil from outside the territory...appear in the holy domain!"
