Chapter 540 Twenty-Three Swords
Dugu Ming followed the sword master's line of sight and looked...
Nothing was seen.
It wasn't until Liao Wenjie's kind thoughts came closer that he took a breath of cold air and said hurriedly: "Uncle, this is the man. He saved those three hundred ambitious beasts, but he was the only one who failed to save my father. This man... …This person must have bad intentions.”
To others, especially the backbone of Wushuang City, No. 300, who brought up his family and brought up his family, the embodiment of kind thoughts can be called the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, and he is the first-class good person in the world.
For Dugu Ming, it was another story.
First, there was the incarnation of kind thoughts that refused to save Dugu Fang, and then there was the tragedy of being turned into a puppet. He really couldn't say a word 'thank you'.
He even secretly resented the incarnation of good thoughts for unnecessary actions. The world would kill those three hundred people, poison them and attack them secretly. The plan had been planned for so long, so much effort, why should they be stopped?
Doesn’t this make people busy in vain?
"Who is coming? Can you tell me your name?"
The sword master ignored Dugu Ming's whisper, put one hand behind his back, and used the other hand to form sword fingers in his sleeve robe.
When the level of martial arts reaches his level, decay has long been transformed into magic. He can turn any grass, tree or flower into a sword as he pleases.
The incarnation of good thoughts stopped in front of the hut, turning a blind eye to the invisible sword energy coming from all directions. He slightly curled up his mouth, showing a mouth full of fangs and smiled kindly. He raised his hand and threw the unparalleled sword towards the sword master.
With or without the Wushuang Sword, the Sword Master is still a Sword Master, but without the Juggernaut, the Wushuang Sword is not the Wushuang Sword.
Thousands of words can be condensed into one sentence. In the early years, the combination of human and sword complemented each other. In the later years, the sword master came first and then the unparalleled one.
The sword master frowned and took the Wushuang Sword. He briefly sensed the cheering sword spirit inside the Wushuang Sword, then held down the hilt and slowly unsheathed it.
In an instant, the clouds in the sky tore apart, and the mighty cracks of clouds rolled and spread in the east-west direction.
Within a moment, there was a clear blue sky, with no clouds in sight and no obstruction at all.
The embodiment of kindness nodded, put away the red umbrella he was holding, and as he held the handle of the umbrella, a bright red blood sword bloomed with dazzling sword light.
The sword that defeats evil.
Speaking of the Sword of Victory over Evil, it also has its own arrogance.
When Liao Wenjie first acquired the Shengxie Sword and the Red Luo Umbrella, the Red Luo Umbrella was the scabbard of the Shengxie Sword. As the Shengxie Sword became more powerful, he despised the original scabbard and was still unwilling to insert it into it.
Later, the Sword of Victory against Evil became otherworldly and became a magical weapon. The grade of the Red Umbrella rose accordingly, making it jewel-like and noble.
Once the Sword of Victory over Evil is returned to its sheath, he will no longer resist.
Although it sounds weird, it is true.
Let's talk about the incarnation of good thoughts. That day, he ruined the good deeds of Tianxiahui. He didn't let Wushuang City be slaughtered without leaving any chickens and dogs. He didn't leave directly, but gnawed on books in the treasure house of martial arts.
Quantum reading mode.
Just like a hundred thousand water-absorbing little pillows, it crazily absorbed the martial arts foundation of the current world, and just watched without learning. Based on the induction with the main body, it passed all the knowledge to Liao Wenjie in Lingyun Cave.
The Shengxie Sword bloomed with red light, clashing with the blue sword light of the Wushuang Sword. The friction of the sword ignited the flames. Under the soaring red light, Dugu Ming and his party could not breathe. They stepped back for a hundred meters before gasping for breath. The breath stops.
Looking at the two confronting figures, one red and one basket, Dugu Ming was both envious and frightened.
The reason for envy is simple. He longs to possess this power. Even if it is one tenth, no, even if it is only one percent, he will not be able to lead the army out of Wushuang City...
Touching his face, Dugu Ming was extremely depressed. He had some bad luck in the past few days. He either had a bruised nose or a swollen face, or was on the way to a bruised nose and face.
As for being frightened, I can only say that the Sword Master is too old. Looking at the pale face when the incarnation of kindness is silent and silent, it is conceivable that the Sword Master is far behind in terms of endurance.
This is Dugu Ming's view. Young people are short-sighted, have average martial arts attainments, and don't understand what a sword is.
The sword master didn't think so. Facing the bloody murderous intention, excitement and ecstasy appeared on his old face, and his expression gradually became ferocious.
Although I don’t know what the incarnation of good thoughts means, whether it is an enemy or a friend, but when I can fight with such a master of swordsmanship, everything seems insignificant.
"I learned swordplay when I was five years old. I was taught by a famous teacher when I was seven years old. I became famous with one sword at the age of nine. I suddenly realized the way of swordsmanship at the age of thirteen..."
The sword master said slowly: "Withdrawing from the world, sealing the sword and not coming out, I didn't know that the world has a good swordsman like you. It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. It's me who underestimated this world where there are so many talented people."
The incarnation of good thoughts nodded in response. The sword of victory over evil was placed in front of him, and wisps of red light came out and went straight towards the sword master.
The sky is dotted with red lights like fireflies. Although it is extremely beautiful, there is endless murderous intention among the stars. It can be said to be swordsmanship or formation.
"generally."
The sword master shook his head slightly, too lazy to do more warm-up exercises. He slashed the dots of red light in front of him with his vertical sword. With a startling glance, he flew to the front of the incarnation of good thoughts. He raised his hand to draw endless sharp sword light with his unparalleled sword, and struck with the force of thunder. Down.
Holy Spirit Sword Technique·Sword Twenty-One.
Although the Sword Master is old and his body is riddled with wounds, and he has one foot in the coffin, he can still draw his sword incredibly fast and with as much sharpness as before.
In the whole world, there is no one who can take this sword...
Wuming took it and cracked it.
Rumble————
Dugu Ming, who was watching the battle from a distance, narrowed his eyes and saw only a dazzling blue light blooming into the sky, a beam of light rushing high into the sky, and the killing cold sword intent lingering for a long time.
Looking back again, the thatched cottage beside the lake disappeared.
In the field, the sword master's horizontal sword was pressed against the neck of the incarnation of kind thoughts. Even though the sword was unparalleled and sharp, it was blocked by the flesh and blood and could not move forward at all.
"How can it be?!"
"How can it be……"
The sword master holding the unparalleled sword was dumbfounded. He thought he had misjudged the sword. The swordsmanship of the incarnation of kind thoughts was nothing more than that, and he could not even dodge the sword twenty-one.
I never thought that it wasn't that I couldn't dodge, but that there was no need to dodge.
"No, how can a body of flesh and blood block the sharpness of an unparalleled sword... Who exactly are you?"
Facing the Sword Master's question, the incarnation of Shan Nian smiled slightly, pointed it into a sword, pushed away the unparalleled sharpness on his neck, his eyes suddenly burst into red light, dragged the Sword Master's soul, and started the second battle with him in the spiritual space. war.
It is said to be a battle, but it is actually a test of the sword with one's own body, allowing the sword master to go all out to perform the Holy Spirit Sword Technique without the encumbrance of the body, while he himself continues to understand the basics of the moves of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and copies all the ideas in the sword technique. .
Whether he can learn it or not is not his business, that is a question that the ontology should consider.
In the battle between gods, the sword master lost the confinement of his physical body and reality, and his holy swordsmanship shined brilliantly. He breathed out boundless sword energy, and every ray had the power to open up the sky.
Within the infinite sword light, the two figures fought faster and faster, the red and blue colors intertwined and collided. In the end, the fight directly turned into Holy Spirit Sword Technique VS Holy Spirit Sword Technique.
The light curtain also changed from the original blue that was firmly dominant to two competing colors. The huge sword energy light pillar burst out and cracked, turning into layers of turbulent waves. As it diffused and spread, it eroded the surrounding area.
The sound of the sword continued for a long time. After an unknown period of time, the sword power suddenly stopped, and only the sword wind was still howling.
The sword master used all the Holy Spirit Sword Techniques, from Sword 1 to Sword 22, using all his strength without any reservation. With his mind absorbed in the sword's power, he swung the last sword move.
Holy Spirit Sword Technique·Sword Twenty-Three.
Sword Twenty-Three is said to have perfect swordsmanship and is also the sword of hell. As soon as the sword moves out, the color of the world suddenly changes.
All the cloud energy dispersed, and everything within sight was filled with endless sword energy.
Time and space stand still, death comes, and all living things are killed at the drop of a hat!
However, just when the sword master was determined to win, forgetting the defeat to Wuming, he drew his sword and stabbed the benevolent incarnation between his eyebrows, firmly believing that he could kill even the gods and demons in front of him with his sword, the benevolent incarnate raised his head suddenly. Mei, with her powerful body, shattered the surrounding space, stepped aside, and dodged the cold light of the sword.
Juggernaut: "..."
This person is not in heaven and earth, how can we defeat him?
Avoiding the world-destroying Sword Twenty-Three, the incarnation of kindness grinned, holding the long sword in his hand and waving a red beam of light.
With a sword across the air, the Sword Saint Yuanshen broke through the middle and turned into little blue stars floating away.
In the spiritual space, the sword master's soul collapsed. In the real world, his old body slowly fell down, his turbid eyes looked to the sky, and the horse racing of life began.
"You are not a ruthless person, but you use a ruthless sword. This move, Sword Twenty-Three, can go further, but it is just because it is forced to take it, after all, it is a bit meaningless."
The incarnation of good thoughts sheathed his sword, gritted his teeth and spoke with a sound like the clash of gold and iron. As his words fell, the sword mark between the sword master's eyebrows burst into blood, his eyes stained with blood, and he closed his eyes in a daze.
"Uncle!!!"
A hundred meters away, Dugu Ming opened his legs of the Dragon Subduing God and rushed towards him like a ghost.
Bang!
The incarnation of good thoughts raised his hand to fight back the embarrassed Dugu Ming, carried the body of the Sword Master on his shoulders, and picked up the Wushuang Sword.
Take one step forward and disappear above the lake.
“Ahhhh————”
On the spot, Dugu Ming burst into tears on the spot. When he saw that his loyal family general was nowhere to be found, he became so angry that he closed his eyes and pulled away.
After a while, the majestic monk walked out of the grass, patted his cramped calf, and looked at the lake with lingering fear.
Shi Wu Zun.
"I don't know who this master is, but at such a young age, the Sword Master was defeated by hatred. If he dies, I'm afraid no one will be able to check and balance the world..."
Shi Wuzun was stunned in the middle of his words. He clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name silently: "What does the world have to do with a poor monk? The Buddha saves a destined person, young city lord. You enjoy the wealth and honor of the world, but you also experience the dangers of the human heart, the ups and downs of life, and you are destined to be a Buddhist. , why not forget about the disputes in the martial arts world and just follow the poor monk and always accompany the green lantern!"
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On the top of the cliff, the sound of the roaring waves shattered the chirping of birds and insects. Under a crooked tree, a naked young man woke up leisurely.
"What's going on...where is this?"
The young man opened his eyes in confusion, raised his hands to block the dazzling sunlight, looked at his tender hands, and muttered to himself: "It's strange...who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?"
Suddenly, he saw a sword lying across the grass. As if he were seeing a relative, he raised his hand and picked it up in his palm.
Wushuang took out his sheath, and the young man's eyebrows suddenly became sharp.
"The ruthless sword, the sentimental sword..."
The young man looked at the sea: "So that's it. Sword Twenty-Three does have the possibility of going further. Hope it's still not too late."