Outside Baijian Villa.
With a thought in Yu Liancheng's mind, the mysterious and unparalleled power of Tianwei suddenly burst out. The mysterious and unpredictable brilliance escaped, condensed into a raging long river, and rushed towards Wuming.
Wuming's movement skills were extremely superb, but this long river of brilliance was vast and overwhelming, making it impossible for him to hide or escape.
More importantly, he did not feel any killing intent or power from this brilliance.
So, let the brilliance wrap it up.
Countless fragments circulate in the brilliance, and each fragment represents a rich history.
Wuming's eyes flashed, and suddenly, he returned to the Sword Sect, the place where he learned swordsmanship.
Then he saw a man.
One he was no stranger to.
Someone who even once admired.
He had seen this man's portrait countless times.
But this man should never have appeared.
Because this man is the creator of the first sword technique, the first master of the sword sect, and the forger of the heroic sword in Wuming's hand - the great swordsman!
The great swordsman has an ancient appearance and a majestic demeanor. The sword he holds in his hand is quite ordinary and simple, but it already has the prototype of a heroic sword. I wonder if the great swordsman created the heroic sword based on the sword in his hand?
"Very good. The heroic sword has been lonely for thousands of years and finally has its own master." The great swordsman looked at Wuming and nodded with a smile, looking quite pleased.
"Junior...Junior Wuming has met the master..."
Although Wuming understood that the great swordsman in front of him was an illusion, he still clasped his fists and bowed out of respect for the senior he saw.
"No more gossip, let me see how far the sword has developed after a thousand years. Let me see if you are worthy of the heroic sword."
The great swordsman drew his sword out of its scabbard, and the sword's light was like a flying dragon's sword, and like the Yangtze River and the sea, it moved towards the unknown.
Facing this strong man who might be his master, Wuming didn't dare to raise his eyebrows. The Wuming sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed and he faced him.
Dang Dang Dang!
In an instant, the sword light met, and there were no figures of the Great Sword Master and Wuming in the world, only two lightning bolts that cut through the sky, constantly changing and moving.
This was not the actual lightning, but a sword light that was more dazzling than lightning and thrilling.
This battle is extremely exciting and can be called the pinnacle battle of swordsmanship. If it can be seen by people in the world, it will be recorded in the annals of history and passed down to future generations.
The great swordsman was the first person to create swordsmanship, and in his era, swordsmanship had not yet developed and was only as profound as it is today. Therefore, his swordsmanship is full of majesty and vastness, just like the rushing rivers of the wilderness era.
As for Wuming, he created his own inexplicable sword technique, one move at a time, which seemed to be straight forward without much change, but in fact it became unchangeable, exhausting all changes in the world. It is even worse than the Holy Sword Master's Holy Sword Technique.
Of course, that was without Sword Twenty-Three.
when!
The two swords clashed again.
The loud noise that erupted this time was earth-shattering.
The sky and the sky were trembling in the distance.
The two figures came together and separated.
After a while.
A sword mark appeared on the great swordsman's chest.
"I lost. Sure enough, the world will advance and the future will win. In terms of pure swordsmanship, you are already above me." The great swordsman spoke slowly and weakly. It seemed that all his energy and spirit had flowed out along with the previous sword wound.
"The junior is only half a move better than the ancestor." Wuming said respectfully: "If we really fight against the ancestor, the junior will most likely lose."
In the sword fight just now, although he won half a move, it was just a sword fight.
But the real battle is an all-round confrontation, and sword moves are only one aspect.
The Great Sword Master has tempered thousands of swords, and it is said that his physical body has reached the state of indestructibility, making him invulnerable to swords and guns.
If he is only able to defeat the opponent by half a move in swordsmanship, he may not be able to hurt the opponent at all, so how can he win decisively?
"If you lose, you lose. You have three opponents. I am the first. The next two are not easy to deal with. Be careful." The great swordsman's figure became more and more depressed.
Wuming was about to ask something, but the great swordsman had completely disappeared.
The scene in front of him changed rapidly again, and Wuming actually appeared in a huge ice cave.
And on the ice cave, there are four big characters written - Void Heaven Realm.
"nameless."
A vague and majestic voice sounded.
Wuming looked around and saw a huge figure behind the ice, as unfathomable as the sky: "You are the descendant of the Sword Sect. Speaking of which, I also worshiped under the Sword Sect, and was the master of the Sword Sect, and I have learned a lot. The secret of the Sword Sect that has not been passed on - Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect. Today, I will use this 'Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect' to meet you, the successor of the Sword Sect."
Wuming has not yet answered.
The huge figure sitting behind the ice waved his hand, and the sound of kacha and kacha could be heard in the ice cave. There were holes in the ice, and then it shattered suddenly.
These broken ice cubes did not fall to the ground, but stood up out of thin air. Pointing the sharp end towards Wuming, sword energy spurted out.
In Wuming's perception, every piece of ice is a sword.
Today, there are countless "swords" aimed at Wuming.
Wuming did not speak, but held the hero sword in his hand, silently adjusting his breath, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
He also wanted to see how powerful Jian Zong's "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" was.
"go!"
A soft cry.
Rest, rest, rest!
The sound of breaking through the sky was loud.
Countless broken ice turned into countless sword shadows, and the sharp sword energy filled every inch of space. The ice blocked the vision, whizzed out, turned into lightning that pierced everything, and penetrated Wuming like mercury pouring down the ground.
"Is this the return of Wan Jian to the clan?"
Wuming whispered softly, raised his hand and used the "incognito" move, and the heroic sword in his hand suddenly turned into a halo of light, covering his whole body. The broken ice collided with the light wheel, and continued to make "bang bang bang bang" explosions. Centered on Wuming, the sound of air explosions was endless, and the cold air currents pushed it in all directions.
The halo formed by the sword light gradually became dim, and Wuming's arms also felt weak and weak.
He shouted suddenly, swung the long sword in his hand, and swung away the divine sword Ice Sword. Pointing his toes, lightning shot out, and the long sword in his hand stabbed towards the huge phantom.
This move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is truly astonishing.
The ice sword is like the Milky Way, without beginning or end, never ending.
And if you want to resolve this move, instead of just sitting back and waiting for death, it is better to restrain the person who draws the sword.
"Haha, as expected of my descendants, you dare to draw your sword towards the sky. Then take another move from me - Emperor Tian Kuang Lei."
Boom!
Boom!
After a while.
Wuming, covered in blood, saw his third opponent.
After two bloody battles, he was no longer at his peak and even suffered serious injuries.
But whether it was a duel with the great swordsman or a fight with the mysterious man, it gave him great inspiration. His swordsmanship, which had not improved for a long time, actually improved again.
Therefore, although he is injured now, he may not be unable to fight against this last opponent.
Wuming saw a person.
But I saw this man holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, with a body length of nine feet and a beard of two feet. Danfeng eyes. Lying silkworm eyebrows. He has a majestic appearance and majestic appearance. His appearance is almost exactly the same as that of Emperor Guan Sheng, except that his face is not as heavy as a jujube, but as white as jade.
Soon, the face of the man who looked exactly like Guan Gong turned maroon, and blood-red energy filled the air. At the same time, Wuming also felt a sense of knife intent.
An invincible sword spirit.
Under this invincible sword intent, even Wuming, a martial arts legend, felt a sense of trembling.
Trembling with fear.
Then.
There's no after that
…
In front of the Sword Worship Villa, Wuming was caught in the light released by "Heavenly Cry" and disappeared.
suddenly!
The nameless figure flew out of the light where Tianwei was, causing a violent surge that broke countless big trees and spanned a distance of tens of feet like a meteorite before finally coming to a stop.
Wuming's aura was extremely weak, and he barely supported his body with his hands, half-kneeling on the ground, with blood constantly lying at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of concern in his eyes.
too strong!
Such a shocking sword move should never appear in the world.
The three sword techniques used by the little girl before seemed to be derived from this unrivaled sword technique. But the power and speed between the two are as different as the heavens.
If the guess is correct, this sword is the legendary one - Love in a Fallen City.
"Hey, this is the blood of martial arts myths, we can't waste it."
Yu Liancheng laughed, raised his finger like a sword, and blood floated from the ground. With another stroke, the blood flew towards the direction of the sword pool.
Buzz!
Waves of excited trembling sounds came from the sword pool.
The long sword condensed by the sword energy in the sky above the villa became more and more solid, and it showed a heroic spirit of "compassion for all living beings, sacrificing life and forgetting death".
Wuming smiled bitterly.
"My original intention was to take away this sword or prevent it from being born. But unexpectedly, it accelerated its birth."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "How can everything in this world be calculated by others?"
Wuming was silent for a long time, his breath gradually became even, and he looked at the ancient characters in Yu Liancheng's hand: "Is this the rumored Tianwei? Everything I experienced before was also caused by Tianwei?"
"That's right!" Yu Liancheng nodded: "The Heavenly Cry has recorded everything from the past to the present. I pulled you into the Heavenly Cry before and asked you to fight against three masters. Of course, that was just an illusion. The environment is based on the heart, rather than traveling through time and space.”
Crying on this day may not be the best thing in the world, but it is still a good thing.
Not only can Tianwei pry into many secrets in the world, but after Yu Liancheng's five years of dedicated research, he has been able to draw others into Tianwei, and then defeat them with the masters of the "Wind and Cloud World" throughout the ages.
Even Yu Liancheng wanted to go one step further.
The masters he will encounter in the future can leave a trace of energy behind and seal it in the sky.
At the critical moment, that wisp of sealed energy can burst out, display the most powerful move of the remaining person, and then the energy dissipates.
"Your cultivation is already earth-shattering. Coupled with this mysterious cry from the sky, it is already difficult to find an opponent in the sky or under the earth. Why create another killing weapon?" Wuming looked in the direction of the sword pool and sighed.
"Wrong." Yu Liancheng shook his head and said: "Not to mention the world outside the sky, in this world alone, there are unimaginable masters and enemies. After I train my magic weapon, maybe I will be more interested. I am writing a frightening list to open your eyes. Well, I have obtained the Blood of Heavenly Sword, and I will see you again when we are destined."
"etc!"
Just after Yu Liancheng turned around, Wuming suddenly said: "I have some enlightenment from the three previous fights, and I would like to ask the Lord of Yu City for some advice.".jújíá?y.??m
"Oh, it seems you haven't given up yet." A smile appeared at the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth, and he turned around and waved to Wuming: "Forget it, come on, let me see, what have you realized?"
Wuming has reached the realm of Heavenly Sword, which has never been seen before. Coupled with his own understanding and his life's twists and turns of experience, he has a profound foundation. For him, what he lacks is just comprehension.
So much so that during the Great Tribulation, Wuming was able to continuously upgrade without losing price.
Having fought against three unparalleled powerhouses before, it’s not surprising to have some insights.
"Be careful."
Wuming held the hero's sword and thrust out the long sword, a feeling of sadness emerged spontaneously.
As the sword thrust out, layers of sword nets covered it, and the sword's power contained even more sadness, as if it could cause all things to wither, and the world to feel sad and sorrowful.
It is "incomprehensible grief".
This sword may not be the strongest among the "inexplicable sword techniques" created by Wuming, but it is the most mysterious move. Because this sword does not look at the power of the sword or the internal strength, but the sadness in the heart.
The more grief one feels in one's heart, the more powerful this sword becomes.
The moment the sword thrust out, Wuming's wrist twirled slightly, and the energy belonging to the Heavenly Sword diffused out.
This energy spread over a ten-foot radius and turned into a raging whirlwind, rolling up weeds and leaves.
And these leaves and weeds exuded a breath as sharp as a sword, suddenly piercing towards Yulian City.
It turns out that Wuming actually realized a hint of the secret of Wanjian Guizong.
Of course, this understanding is still shallow, and now it can only control blades of grass, and it is also driven by grief inexplicably.
But even if it is so, it is amazing enough.
In an instant, Yulian City fell into a sea of "swords".
Flowers, grass and leaves can all be turned into swords.
And the most terrifying sword is of course the heroic sword in Wuming's hand.
Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly not planning to take action.
He really won't take action.
In his eyes, the intensity of his eyes that was driven by infinite power was concentrated.
Rest!
When Wuming's sword stabbed in front of him, Yu Liancheng used his eyesight as a sword and finally thrust out two swords.
If the nameless sword is the sword of love, the sword of sadness.
Then Yu Liancheng's "Children's Sword" is the ultimate sword, the sword of death, which can destroy all things without making a sound.
Such a sword naturally has no emotion at all.
The two sword energies clashed in a spiral shape, and instantly collided with the hero's sword countless times.
Every collision is not only a confrontation between swords, but also a confrontation between swords and sword intentions.
The two completely different sword intentions destroyed each other and dissipated almost at the same time.
The root of the sword "Inexplicable Grief" is the meaning of grief. When the grief of the sword dissipates, the power of the sword will also decrease sharply, and naturally it can no longer be thrust out.
The flowers, plants and leaves that were originally less than half a foot away from Yulian City fell to the ground like ordinary blades of grass because they were not driven by the heroic sword.
"you lose."
"I lost."
"Then pay the price for challenging me!"
…
Wuming retreated.
As the loser, Yu Liancheng slashed his sword finger and cut a long wound on his body. The blood was directed to the sword pool, so that the peerless artifact could completely drink the blood of the Heavenly Sword.
However, just the blood of Heavenly Sword is not enough.
Originally, Yu Liancheng wanted to use his peerless sword power to attract the covetousness of the martial arts heroes and let them come to seize the sword.
This plan was originally very successful, but a group of guys came one after another to die.
But this wishful thinking did not work after all.
Because the world is in chaos.
First, the world will collapse and all the major forces will become a mess.
Then Jue Xin, the son of Jue Wu Shen from Japan, led five thousand ghosts and chaluo to bloodbath the Central Plains.
…
ps: Please give me a monthly ticket, please give me a monthly ticket
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
.jujiazy.
