Dusky sky.
There was only one setting sun hanging low.
The afterglow is like blood, reflecting desolately on the small hill.
On this inaccessible hill, there are some things that need to be mourned...
It was a tomb.
I saw a small tomb standing alone in the middle of the cold wind-swept hill. The tombstone was dilapidated and crude, full of cracks, and surrounded by overgrown weeds. It seemed that not only was it in disrepair, but it had not been worshiped for many years.
Four clearly legible words were engraved on the broken tombstone.
——The Tomb of the Sword Master.
This unworshipped tomb is actually the burial place of the once all-powerful swordsman?
But... why was the Sword Master buried here?
Could it be that after successive defeats at Wuming and Yulian City, this generation of sword masters finally committed suicide?
Click! Click!
A gust of breeze blew by, causing sudden changes. I saw that the tombstone, which was already full of small cracks, suddenly opened a more profound crack, and it seemed that it was about to be completely broken.
At the same time, the ground within a hundred feet of the entire hill began to tremble. All the weeds fell to the ground as if blown by the strong wind. The birds and animals hovering nearby were also trembling, as if the whole world was trembling, throbbing, and frightened by something.
And all this.
Just because the tomb was emitting a terrifying energy that could destroy the world.
boom! !
Suddenly there was a loud noise.
A dazzling cold light broke out from under the tomb. Not only did it shatter the tombstone on the spot, it shot straight into the sky, as if it wanted to pierce the whole world.
And this dazzling cold light may be unfamiliar to the younger generation, but to the masters of the older generation, it will also tremble and frighten like grass...
Because this sword is surprisingly the unparalleled sword of Sword Master Dugu Jian.
Boom! !
Not only did the tombstone explode, but the Wushuang sword shot straight into the sky. The ground within a hundred feet around the tomb was also like thousands of buried bombs being detonated at the same time. The ground rumbled, rocks flew everywhere, grass was lifted into the sky, and waves of soil were lifted up to a height of tens of feet, as if it were in the sky and on the ground. He was also heartbroken because of this sword.
At the same time, a figure emerged from the ground.
He picked up the unparalleled sword soaring into the sky.
next moment.
The monstrous sword intent shot straight into the sky.
It is not the Wushuang Sword that exudes this sword spirit.
But the one holding the sword.
He is more like a sword than an unparalleled sword, a sword that can destroy heaven and earth without any emotion.
He is the Sword Master Dugu Jian.
Compared to a few years ago, Dugu Jian is much older, with white hair flying around his head and deep wrinkles.
But the sword energy on his body was even more intense, so intense that it almost turned into substance and spread out in all directions.
Dugu Sword was swung out casually, and twenty-two rays of sword energy rushed out. In just a moment, the sword energy that destroyed everything turned everything in all directions into ashes.
The same "Twenty-Two Swords", but compared to the decisive battle with Yulian City, it was better than I know how much.
Dugu Jian's face was expressionless, as if he was talking to himself: "Sword Twenty-Two, although it can dominate the martial arts world and teach the heroes of the world to beat each other, it can't make me defeat the two people I want to defeat the most. ..."
"fortunately."
"I have created a stronger killing move."
"This sword technique transcends perfection, transcends void, and transcends limits. It is boundless, invincible, and infinite. Not only is it powerful enough to split the void, it can even freeze the void."
A layer of sword light suddenly bloomed from Dugu Jian's body.
Wherever the sword light passed, all tangible and intangible things in the sky and under the sky immediately froze.
"The sky is lacking, I have a sword - Sword Twenty-Three!"
…
setting sun.
It’s the setting sun again.
grave.
A grave again.
The sword master in red robe floated to a big stone in front of the tomb and sat down cross-legged.
When the sword master was young, he liked to wear red robes because the red robes were like blood, like the blood of the enemy. The entire scarlet robe seemed to be dyed with blood.
After losing to Wuming, he almost never wore a red robe. Although the red robe was still conspicuous like blood, he felt that it was his own blood.
Today, the Sword Master put on this red robe again.
The red robe is like fire, like the setting sun, and like...the sword master...
It will burn the last ray of light and leave an indelible mark on the sword.
After the battle with Yulian City, the "Twenty-Three Swords" that represent the end of all things and the destruction of everything are finally completed.
The sword master is also confident in this last sword.
He wanted to use this sword to fight the two strongest enemies in his life.
His eyes glanced at a tombstone not far away.
There were no weeds around the tombstone, and it was obvious that someone was cleaning it from time to time.
On the tombstone, there are six words "Tomb of Beloved Wife Jieyu" engraved.
To ordinary people, there would be nothing strange about these six simple words, but a faint hint of sadness could be felt.
But in the eyes of the sword master, it can be clearly seen.
The carvings on the tombstone were carved by the fingers of a peerless master.
And in this carving, there is even a sad sword intention.
Carving monuments with his fingers, this profound skill is coupled with a sad and desolate sword intent.
Apart from Wulin Wuming, maybe there will never be another person in the world.
The Sword Master knew that today was the death anniversary of his unnamed deceased wife Jie Yu. As long as he was still alive, he would definitely pay homage in front of his tombstone.
Dugu Jian closed his eyes and rested his mind, while also secretly accumulating his sword intent.
He could feel that his life was about to end just like the sunset.
He wants to prove at this last moment that he is still an invincible sword master in the world.
I don't know how long it took, but Dugu Jian suddenly opened his eyes and saw a bleak figure. This figure was cleaning the grave, whispering something unknown.
The sad and desolate aura of this man was similar to the inscription on the tombstone.
"Wu Ming, you are finally here!"
The Sword Master suddenly stood up, and the Wushuang Sword seemed to sense the master's fighting intention, buzzing.
Wuming turned around, holding a jug and a wine glass in his hands, with a sad smile on his lips: "Sword Master, we meet old friends, do you want a drink?"
The sword master said calmly: "I will never drink alcohol in my life."
"What a pity." Wuming drank down a glass of wine and said calmly: "You must have missed a lot of wonderful things in your life."
There was no regret on the Sword Master's face, and he just said coldly: "Wu Ming, draw your sword. The defeat and shame of my life started with you and will end with you."
Wuming had no desire to win for a long time, and just chanted slowly: "The momentum cannot be exhausted, the words cannot be spoken, the blessings cannot be enjoyed, the rules cannot be exhausted, everything is too close, and the fate will be over soon. Sword Master, don't you understand?" Many times, attachment means pain, and only letting go can lead to relief.”
"Hey, you won, so you can let go. If you were the loser, would you still be so free and easy?"
The sword master snorted coldly, and his sword energy surged all over his body, wrapping the weeds on the ground, turning into twenty-two sword energy, and shooting towards Wuming. This was the evolution of the first twenty-two swords of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.
However, something surprising happened.
All the weeds containing the meaning of the sword flew into the air before falling to the ground. They formed a ray pattern and pointed towards Wuming like a pilgrim.
Even the unparalleled sword intention of the unparalleled sword suddenly stagnated, the trembling stopped, and there was a sense of awe.
There was a trace of surprise in the Sword Master's tone: "Wu Ming, I haven't seen you for several years. Could it be that you have reached the rumored realm of Heavenly Sword?"
There is a saying in Jianfu: The metaphysical sword has no one in ancient times, and thousands of swords respect it and treat it like a god.
This is a state of seeing the supreme, which has only existed in legends since ancient times.
Wuming didn't answer.
In other words, it's the default.
The sword master said with a sigh: "The old lady's sword is integrated into one, but it is still just a sword. It is also eclipsed in front of the Heavenly Sword. I never thought that I would be able to see the grace of the Heavenly Sword in my lifetime. God has treated me well." "
"But, although the realm of Heavenly Sword is high, can it beat this old man's ultimate sword, the Death Sword..."
After saying these words, the sword master exuded an aura that would destroy the world.
Under this breath, everything trembled, even if it was nameless, it couldn't help but change color slightly.
The cycle of life and death keeps everything in order.
Even "Heaven" will die.
Not to mention his heavenly sword.
And this sword of death, the sword of death, is the sword that brings death to all living things.
The Heavenly Sword and the Absolute Sword confront each other.
However, all the heaven-destroying aura of the sword master suddenly converged, then turned around and strode away.
"I have a premonition that even if you are the Heavenly Sword, you will not be able to block this sword. And I have already set the sun, and the lamp is dim. Maybe this sword will be used when night falls and the lamp is exhausted. .”
When Wuming was puzzled, he heard the Sword Master say from a distance: "So, I will leave this sword to him and to another person who will defeat me."
Wuming looked solemn.
Of course he knew who that person was.
He slowly uttered three words: "You will die!"
The Sword Master's body did not pause at all: "Even if he dies, he must shine with his final glory. Let the world know that the Sword Master... is unparalleled."
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