"Stone..." The leader of the Houtu Sect raised his hand, wanting to dissuade him but was speechless.
It is the wish of every true warrior to fight against the famous sword master from fifty years ago. If he had stopped Shi Tou's fight, he might have cut off Shi Tou's path to martial arts.
The Taoist heart is covered in dust, no matter how hard it is to make progress!
Behind Liu Batian, Shi Jinglong, who had always been expressionless, finally had a glimmer of interest in his eyes when he saw Cao Wushuang.
"The Juggernaut from fifty years ago? Interesting!"
Shitou bowed to Cao Wushuang and said, "Senior Sword Master, please, please teach me!"
Cao Wushuang said expressionlessly: "I only throw out one sword. If I can catch it, I lose!"
This is the pride of the sword master!
Shitou's round face was flushed with excitement. As long as he catches the sword master's sword, he will become famous all over the world from now on.
All the hairs on his body stood up, and blood surged in his chest.
"Senior, please draw your sword!"
Even speaking, I no longer stutter.
Cao Wushuang had his hands behind his back and his body was hunched over. It was impossible to tell that this was the sword master who had become famous fifty years ago.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pointed, followed by a shocking sword intent emanating from him.
At this moment, he was like a peerless sword, the sword energy reaching straight into the sky.
Between heaven and earth, it seems that there is only that earth-shattering sword intent left!
Everyone around found that the swords in their hands suddenly began to tremble, and the tremors became more and more violent. Then they all unsheathed themselves with an uncontrollable choking sound, and flew towards the sky above the sword master's head.
Countless sharp swords were suspended in mid-air, guarding the king in the middle, seeming to be worshiping Cao Wushuang.
"I stopped wearing swords thirty years ago, because everyone's sword can be used by me."
"Sword Rain and Meteor."
Cao Wushuang suddenly stood up straight, and suddenly the world with him as the center seemed to come to life.
The countless sharp swords that originally surrounded him in the sky seemed to have been summoned by some kind. Following his order, they shot towards the rocks below like raindrops.
Shitou had a solemn look on his face, shouted loudly, and activated his golden plastic fist to the extreme, and his whole body was wrapped in a layer of golden light.
He had no way to avoid this sword, no way to retreat, he could only take it head-on!
This is the terrifying thing about the Sword Master!
"Immortal golden body!"
The highest level of the Golden Plastic Fist, the ninth level of immortal golden body, capable of both offense and defense.
Only a ball of golden light was seen, welcoming the baptism of sharp swords as dense as raindrops, like a lonely boat in the sea or a leaf of duckweed under the storm.
Everyone around them held their breath, for fear of missing a moment.
"Well!"
In less than a breath, the golden light shattered, and the stone body covered in blood flew out.
There were at least dozens of sword wounds on his body, but none of them were fatal, allowing him to remain conscious.
"Senior Sword Master, please show more mercy!"
That's right, if Cao Wu hadn't shown mercy, the stone would have been cut into pieces under the dense rain of swords.
The leader of the Hou Tu Sect stood up and said sincerely: "We admit defeat."
Cao Wushuang crossed his arms, bent his waist, and turned back into the rickety old man.
The sword master who was so powerful just now is completely different from the one he looks like now.
The people watching the excitement around were still unfinished, and many people sighed: "Does this sword have the strength of the eighth level of the extraordinary realm?"
"He is indeed a sword master who became famous fifty years ago. How many people in Beizhou can match the power of this sword?"
"Yes, the Xuantian Sect is well hidden. With the Sword Master at the helm, the Xuantian Sect's overall strength should surely rank first among the four major sects!"
Behind the crowd, Qin Fan and Ouyang Mingyue, who had just returned, also saw the sword master's earth-shattering sword.
Ouyang Mingyue, who had always been fearless, suddenly flinched.
"I didn't expect this sword master to be so powerful. I can't beat him!"
She patted Qin Fan on the shoulder and said in the tone of a senior lecturing a junior: "I originally wanted to teach you two moves, but now it seems there is no chance, but you don't have to be discouraged. I will personally teach you how to practice after you go back. "
Qin Fan smiled and was noncommittal.
Ouyang Jue looked at the direction of the intersection again and sighed: "Forget it, it's useless even if they come back. With Sword Master Cao Wushuang here, Xuantian Sect will win!"
"This time the spirit stone mine can only be distributed by Xuantian."
The head of the Xuantian Sect stood up with a proud smile, clasped his fists at the leader of the Houtu Sect and said, "I accept the concession!"
"Who else wants to challenge?"
He glanced at the rest of Ouyang Jue and Liu Batian. Hou Tu Sect had already admitted defeat, and now only Cuixia Sect and Ba Dao Sect were left.
Ouyang Jue remained silent, already planning to abstain.
Liu Batian looked at Shi Jinglong behind him with some worry: "I didn't expect the Xuantian Sect to invite all the sword masters out. Do you want to continue, Mr. Shi?"
Shi Jinglong smiled faintly, his face full of arrogance: "The sword master from fifty years ago, haha, he is already old and can't stop me!"
After saying that, he jumped up and landed in front of Cao Wushuang.
Seeing that someone actually dared to challenge the Sword Master Cao Wushuang, everyone was refreshed again!
"Who is this? He has such courage!"
"I don't know him, he's probably that guy who wants to be famous like crazy! He wants to become famous by stepping on the sword master, huh, he's really overestimating his abilities!"
"Yes, if you want to be famous, you must have that kind of strength! Only a handful of people in Beizhou can catch the Sword Master's sword. This unknown person dares to challenge the Sword Master. He is really overestimating his abilities! "
No one is optimistic about Shi Jinglong, and no one even knows Shi Jinglong at all.
Even Ouyang Mingyue was laughing at Shi Jinglong for not overestimating his abilities.
Only Qin Fan showed a hint of surprise when he saw Shi Jinglong.
Shi Jinglong looked at Cao Wushuang and said with contempt: "Sword Master Cao Wushuang?"
Cao Wushuang said expressionlessly: "It's me."
Shi Jinglong sneered: "What a pity, he is the sword master from fifty years ago!"
Cao Wushuang was a little unhappy and said in a low voice, "What happened to the sword master from fifty years ago?"
Shi Jinglong smiled and said: "It's nothing, it's just that you are old."
Everyone around was stunned!
"This guy actually dares to say that the Sword Master is old!"
"How arrogant! Doesn't he know that Jiang is very old?"
"He is dead. I think the Sword Master will definitely not be as merciful as he was just now!"
Cao Wushuang raised his eyes, looked at Shi Jinglong seriously, and said solemnly: "Boy, if you want to step on me and make a name for yourself, I advise you to go back quickly to avoid losing your life."
“What’s the use of a false name compared to life?”
Shi Jinglong laughed and said: "Haha, you don't even know my name, how can you say that I want to make you famous?"
"Besides, why do I need to use you to become famous? My name is already known to the world!"
Such a conceited tone made many people around him feel dissatisfied and started mocking him.
"Is this person crazy? What a loud tone!"
"Even so, I'm not afraid of the wind blowing my tongue!"
Someone even shouted: "Who are you? You are so crazy and have the ability to say your name. What if I haven't heard of you?"
