Zhonghua Pavilion, inside the nameless Jianlu.
More than a hundred famous swords that were kept by Wuming in the Sword House began to vibrate non-stop for a long time...
Such a spectacle had happened twice fifteen years ago, but fifteen years later, such a spectacle happened again.
Jian Chen looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but be horrified. He noticed that the heroic sword in his hand was shaking like a hundred swords, and he quickly followed him out of the stone house and looked for his master.
At this moment, Wuming was seen standing on the Chinese Pavilion, facing the window and looking into the distance, frowning.
"Master!"
From behind Wuming, a distant call came, followed by the sound of footsteps.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Jian Chen stepped behind his master and said, "For some reason, the hundreds of swords hidden in our sword hut were suddenly shaking, as if... they were frightened and crying. Even the heroic sword..."
Wuming sighed: "It happened twice fifteen years ago. I didn't expect that this kind of phenomenon would happen again fifteen years later."
Jian Chen didn't know why and asked, "Master, why is this happening?"
Wuming said helplessly: "Chen'er, your feeling is not wrong. The sword is indeed frightened and crying, because another terrifying thing has been born in this world that makes thousands of swords roar and tremble."
Jian Chen said blankly: "Then... what is that?"
Wuming did not answer the question, but just said: "It is in northern Henan. Chen'er, please stay in Zhonghua Pavilion. I have to go out as a teacher. Remember, you are not allowed to follow me."
Jian Chen wanted to ask why, but he saw Wuming stepping on the window edge and flying quickly.
Wuming couldn't find the unfamiliar sword intent fifteen years ago, because he didn't know who had condensed it, but the sword intent just now felt familiar to Wuming.
That's the Sword Master, Dugu Jian!
At the same time, the secluded place of the sword master Dugu Jian.
He practiced Dugu Sword from Sword 1 to Sword 18, and then from Sword 19 to Sword 22. He moved the sword very slowly, as if a craftsman was working on a particularly precious piece of jade. Carefully carved and carved like a seal.
However, from an outsider's perspective, they could only see twenty-two sword shadows, like residual light from thousands of directions, filling the sky.
The outsiders here are the young lord of Wushuang City, Dugu Ming, the guardian of Wushuang City, Shi Wu Zun, and a dozen disciples of Wushuang City. They escaped the destruction of Wushuang City because they went out to look for the Clay Bodhisattva.
After learning that Wushuang City was destroyed by the Tianxiahui, Dugu Ming now has no choice but to rely on his uncle "Sword Master" Dugu Jian if he wants revenge.
But when a group of them came to the secluded place of the sword master, they found that the sword master was practicing sword skills.
Suddenly, the twenty-two sword shadows disappeared in an instant. The sword master also stopped practicing his sword at this moment. Although others stopped, the edge of the Wushuang Sword was still vibrating strangely.
The sword moves have been exhausted, but the sword intention is still there. A sword intention that is overwhelming and extinguishes all life. The Dugu Sword Divine Mind is connected with the sword intention, collides with each other, and blends together...
In an instant, a seemingly boundless and infinite chilling air gathered in the world. The sword master's expression suddenly became intoxicated, then turned to joy and ecstasy. Then, after sword twenty-two, he swung another sword.
This sword has no boundaries and no rules, but it transcends perfection, transcends infinity, and even transcends void...
With this sword, the sword master did not use his skill or his true energy to exert his sword energy. It was just a tangible and powerless move. However, such a tangible and powerless sword had re-consolidated his once dissipated self-confidence.
Becoming more solid, more solid, unbreakable. And from his body, an aura and self-confidence that was stronger than before, an aura and self-confidence that looked down on the world and who else but me, were shaped.
He was finally no longer so "unworthy". He finally had the confidence to appear in front of that person. Now he was not only confident to fight with him and make that person draw his sword, he was even confident that he could win!
…
Standing proudly on a high cliff, looking to the north, a smile appeared on his face.
Yao Yue stood beside him, looking in the direction he was looking at, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Look back at will
, smiled and said: "He is done!"
Yao Yue frowned slightly and said, "What happened?"
There was a smile on any face and he said: "He finally mastered the Twenty-three Heaven-Destroying Jedi Swords. So..."
Yao Yue was stunned, tilted her head and said, "So what?"
Ranyi smiled and said: "So it's time for me to get the string back, so it's time for us to leave."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold Yao Yue's hand, and the two of them disappeared into nothingness, losing their substance and turning into an undetectable light smoke, creating a little ripple in the void.
The surrounding things are changing rapidly at a speed that is indistinguishable to the naked eye. For a while, it seems to be surrounded by flowers, plants and trees, for a while it seems to be on the river, and for a while it seems to be on a plain.
The surrounding scenery changes, as if there is a new world in an instant.
I don’t know how much time passed, but it seemed that it didn’t take much time. By the time Yao Yue could see things around her clearly, the two of them had arrived in the void of Jianjian Villa.
Looking at the Baijian Villa within sight, even Yao Yue, who had followed her for many years, was deeply shocked.
Ran Ran smiled lightly and said: "When you have reached the realm of Lingxu in the 'Zongyi Xiaoyao Jue', you can do the same with me. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are at your feet, and the world of heaven and earth is at my disposal." "
Yao Yue couldn't help but secretly thought: So, has his martial arts cultivation reached such a terrifying state?
No matter where in the world, no one in the world knows what level any martial arts can reach. For a person who has never used all his strength, who can know how high his martial arts is?
Even if it is the person closest to him, this is the case!
Looking at the sword-making field below, there are countless identical long black swords made of black iron, standing in the field, inserted all over the sword-making field; among the countless identical broad-bladed black swords, the only one has a handle as slender as a willow tree. , the sword with a faint gleaming light is particularly eye-catching.
Anyman shouted softly: "Xianyin, come back!"
Below, dozens of swordsmiths heard the voice, and then under their witness, the rapier standing on a stone platform and inserted between the stone platforms suddenly shook.
Then, there was only a "clang" sound, like a piano sound, and the thin sword turned into a ray of blue light and flew towards the sky.
The string sound returned to the hand again. The sword body was completely crystal blue, and the attached gleaming light was as clear as autumn water and as light as toad light. The sword body and the hilt were seamlessly connected. There was no sword grid, and there was a faint icy air coming from the edge of the sword. .
When Mrs. Ao brought her son Aotian to the sword-making field, she saw two snow-white figures in the mid-air.
Randomly smiled and said: "This time I rebuild the body of my Xianyin sword, I owe you a favor from the Jianjian Villa. Ren will be rewarded with a favor someday, so we can settle the bill."
Hearing this, Mrs. Ao quickly pulled her son, saluted and said, "How dare I accept it from Your Majesty, Sword Sword Villa? It is my honor to Sword Sword Villa to reshape the sword for Your Majesty."
Aotian picked up his mother who was still at Fu Li and said, "Mom, those people are gone."
Mrs. Ao raised her head, and sure enough she saw no one.
Aotian said angrily: "Who is that person? He is so loud, and why should we help him..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a "snap" sound, but it was Mrs. Ao who slapped her own son on the face, and shouted: "Shut up, he...that one...that one, how could he allow you to do this?" Is it okay for a young boy to discuss this?"
Aotian covered his face and was stunned until a swordsmith whispered in his ear: "The one just now was the Demon Lord!"
