The fallen leaves have dispersed, the trees have been cut off, and there are only countless sword marks left in the Baizhang area, and there is no complete thing left.
The Xianyin Sword was arbitrarily withdrawn into its sheath. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the person not far away with a very indifferent expression...
There was only a "boom" sound, a clear and thick sound, and the sword edge suddenly broke off and penetrated into the ground. Dugu Jian looked down at the broken Wushuang Sword. All his confidence at this moment was suddenly melting like spring snow exposed to the scorching sun.
Before the decisive battle, he had extremely strong confidence, just like the Wushuang who had been accompanying him, indestructible!
And after the first battle, that kind of self-confidence also broke into pieces and became invisible like an unparalleled sword!
After staring at his broken sword for a long time, Dugu Jian finally raised his head, stared at it, and said: "I...I lost!" His voice was hoarse, and it seemed very difficult to speak. It took a long time for his throat to crawl. Say this.
He nodded casually, then sighed softly and said, "Yes, you have been defeated!"
Focusing on the man's face, Dugu Jian said with a complex expression: "You... you won but... you don't seem to be satisfied. You are still... sighing!"
Any voice said faintly: "Because now I am even more lonely!"
Dugu Jian also nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, who else in the world can you judge?"
Ranran said calmly: "There will always be."
Dugu Jian still seemed to be in disbelief as he said: "Even... even Jian Twenty-san can't defeat you..."
Randomly said calmly: "Not even close."
Dugujian asked: "How much more...how much more is left?"
Anyan suddenly fell silent. He didn't answer for a long time, while the Dugu family stared at him, as if they must know the answer. Not only him, Wuming, who was twenty feet away, also wanted to know the answer.
The Twenty-Three Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Destroying Swords are already a sword technique that can immobilize all things in one move and allow them to be slaughtered. If such a sword technique still fails, then who in the world can defeat the Demon Lord?
Even if Jian Twenty-San is defeated, how far behind is the swordsmanship of Demon Lord?
After being silent for a long time, an inexplicable look appeared on Ran Ran's face, and he said slowly: "If before the two of us fight, if you can understand the twenty-three defeats of the sword and go further, you may be able to win." For me, but now..."
"Is Jian Twenty-san going to go further?" Dugu Jian murmured to himself, then asked again: "Now... what next?"
Ranran suddenly smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's no longer possible now."
Blood spilled from the corner of Dugu Jian's mouth, and a trace of sword marks appeared on his throat, but he still asked: "Why...why is it...not possible anymore?"
Xuanyuan sighed softly again and said: "I have four sword techniques, which are Tianyi sword, Tianlai sword, Tianyan sword and Tianwai sword. They are collectively called 'Four Heavenly Sword Techniques'. The four sword techniques are self-explanatory. One sword is better than the other. I have already used the fourth sword in my battle with you, so even if your "Twenty-Three Swords of Destroying Heaven and Earth" are defeated by my "One Sword from Beyond", if you can still gain something, you can advance further. If you take one step, you may be able to defeat me. "
Dugujian said excitedly: "But you...you said it's impossible!"
He shook his head arbitrarily and said: "This is how things should be, but after I fought with you and saw your sword skills, now I have learned from my original 'Four Heavenly Sword Techniques' The fifth form of swordsmanship. Therefore, Sword Twenty-Three has no chance of defeating me! "
His words came out clearly, and each word reached the ears of Sword Master and Wuming. After listening to what he said, both of them were stunned. No matter how hard they thought, they would never imagine that he would give such an answer.
Dugu Jian could no longer open his mouth to speak. The blood had not flowed down just now, but now his throat was flowing with bright red blood, which was from the sword wound that penetrated his throat.
No longer able to stand still, no longer able to speak, Dugu Jian finally fell.
He looked at the fallen corpse randomly, feeling infinite melancholy. He didn't stay for long, turned around and stepped out, and the figure disappeared.
Wuming was still dumbfounded. It seemed that the answer he gave was not only surprising to Wuming.
It's not that simple, it's more of a miraculous, unimaginable thing.
How did he do it, how did he do it, how could he defeat this? !
This seemed to be an unsolvable answer. Wuming couldn't figure it out. He walked towards Dugu Jian's body, finally picked up the body and left here.
On the mountain peak, Yao Yuemu stood here, and the man appeared immediately.
As soon as Ran Ran appeared in front of her, she saw a sparkle in her beautiful starry eyes, and said with a strange look on her face: "Did you just...did you cry just now?"
Yao Yue stared at him and said, "Who will wipe your tears? Are you dreaming?"
Random eyes were focused on her beautiful face, as if trying to see something on her face.
Being stared at so hard, Yao Yue's face suddenly became clouded with clouds. Although she tried her best to keep a straight face and tried to look cold, the blush never faded, no matter how cold she wanted to be, her face remained cold. Not coming down.
This look is half shy and half embarrassed, but it has a special charm.
Yao Yue said in embarrassment, "Have you seen enough?"
He stared at her for a while and suddenly asked, "Should I say I've seen enough, or I haven't seen enough?"
The red clouds on the moon surface finally cleared, and he said coldly: "You should save these words to talk to that witch."
He nodded casually and said, "Then I'll go talk to Huanhua."
He turned around immediately after saying that.
Yao Yue stamped her feet anxiously and said angrily, "Don't go!"
The person turned around again.
When she just said those three words, Yao Yue immediately regretted it, but no matter how much she regretted it, it was too late. Looking at the person who was smiling in front of her, the faded red clouds appeared on her face again, so delicate that she seemed to be able to Bleeding came out.
Ranran smiled and said: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, let's go back now."
Yao Yueying's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing, only a soft "hmm" in response.
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On a hill a hundred feet away from the flattened woods, there were two other people who witnessed this void showdown, a faceless woodcutter and a young man in his twenties.
The woodcutter's face was said to be blurry because his facial features could not be distinguished at all, and his face was covered with numerous sores dripping with blood and pus, making it impossible to see his face clearly!
How can a person's face be covered with sores?
All because he had a glimpse of the secret, but then leaked it. The sores on his face seemed to be sent from heaven, and he was also the most divine form in the world, the Clay Bodhisattva.
As for the young man next to Ni Bodhisattva, he is the master of Tianxiahui Feiyun Hall, Bu Jingyun!
Two years ago, after the Ni Bodhisattva left Xiongba with the words "The roar of dragons in the nine heavens shakes the sky, and the wind and clouds meet in shallow water", he escaped from the control of the Tiandihui. This time, Bu Jingyun was ordered by Xiongba to go out to hunt. Clay Buddha.
Neither of them thought that they would witness this shocking battle while passing by Jiangzhou by boat!
Bu Jingyun looked at the clear sky again and couldn't help but said: "Is this the panic of panic?"
Clay Bodhisattva murmured: "He shouldn't belong to the world, there shouldn't be people like him in the world, but he just happened to appear."
