Reflect the world

Chapter 226 Six Destroying Swords 23 (Part [-])
Not to mention the astonishment of many martial arts practitioners present, the battle in the field has reached its peak.

After Xiongba's three-point return to vitality condenses, the internal force is endless and endless, as if it is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

Originally, the three martial arts of mutual generation and mutual restraint were perfectly integrated by him, resulting in this extremely astonishing magical effect.

Xiongba actually shook the Wushuang sword in the hands of the Juggernaut head-on with his fingers, the huge gold-iron strike was so loud that people's eardrums would be torn.

There are even sparks splashing out, which is one of Xiongba's famous tricks.

The Juggernaut is calm and unhurried. Although he looks like an old man, the moves in his hands are fiercer and more terrifying than those of young people.

His face became more and more cold and ruthless.

Tang Xuanming's sense of the holy spirit swordsmanship has been displayed to the sword 22, and the aura of the whole body has also brewed to the peak.

Tang Xuan Mingming couldn't help squinting his eyes, waiting for the so-called devastating blow.

The same is true for Xiongba in the center of the field, he felt that the aura of the Juggernaut on the opposite side was rising to its peak.

That would reach an unprecedented level, with his terrifying power, enough to shock everyone.

Clang!
After Wuming Wanjian returned to his sect, he became the emperor of the sword, and he could control the swords in the hands of all swordsmen in the world. The whole person almost became a sword, and he could even feel the heart of the sword.

Some are just shocking and destructive. Juggernauts have always been ruthless people, and they don't pay attention to others.

He cannot control the swords held by other swordsmen, only his Wushuang sword can be understood, and the first 22 Wuming swords can be deduced by relying on his kendo cultivation, and they can be deciphered one by one.

But for the last sword, there is no solution for anyone.

The Juggernaut is lonely, he can't find an opponent at his peak, and he looks around in a daze when he draws his sword.

He has a heart similar to that among the Condor Heroes, who only hears his name but does not see him.

And he didn't disappear mysteriously like Dugu Qiubai. When he couldn't find his opponent, he took heaven and earth as his enemy.

"Since there is no opponent in the world, then I will regard the world as my opponent, Wuming, I think this sword will haunt you for the rest of your life!"

Under Tang Xuanming's shocking eyes, the sword master finally swung the most peak sword in his life, and the sky where Xiongba was located seemed to be frozen.

The shocked old man, the panic-stricken middle-aged hero, the longing-looking young man...

Dilapidated houses, splashing gravel, crystal clear wine poured out of wine glasses...

Everything was strangely frozen in place, as if it had turned into a strange portrait.

Tang Xuanming, who was far away on the top of the mountain, sighed and couldn't help rubbing his eyes, feeling that both eyes were stinging.

Even though he intentionally avoided the location of the Tianxiahui, he still felt that the air seemed to be freezing.

"The sword of hell is worthy of its name."

His eyes were faintly dyed with a layer of gold, and his pupils faintly turned into vertical pupils. In his eyes, the world seemed to be cut, separated from the whole big world.

The luck disappeared directly from the big world, and wisps of black air spread in that small world, trying to destroy everything there.

On the surface of Xiongba's body, there was a violent vibration of the protective qi condensed from the three-point return to vitality, and his face twitched continuously, but he couldn't make any unnecessary expressions, only a pair of eyes full of shock.

He could only watch helplessly as the dark sword light approached little by little.

At this time, a young man walked up the mountain again. This was the second time today that he came here as an uninvited guest.

The young man's face was indifferent, and he could be seen to be handsome, but his whole body was like an ice cube, with no superfluous expressions.

There was only hatred hidden in the depths of his eyes. He stared at the violently fluctuating aura on the top of the mountain, at the old man standing on the mountainside, at the Xiongba frozen in a picture scroll, his eyes revealed an unprecedented brilliance of hatred.

"Xiongba can only die in my hands, and he must die in my hands."

After a few steps, he climbed up the mountainside, and when he passed the white-haired old man, he punched the old man's chest without hesitation.

The old man's body fell down slowly, and the black sword energy had cut off Xiongba's connection with the heaven and earth at this time, piercing the protective energy around him, only an inch away from Xiongba's heart.

It's just that this inch will never be reached.

Tang Xuanming's figure on the top of the mountain disappeared suddenly. He didn't care about another round of peak battle that was about to take place in Tianxiahui. He floated down from the top of the mountain and suddenly appeared on the body of the sword master who had lost all aura. .

When he swung Liu Mie Jian 23, the Juggernaut was already dead, freezing the world, and even destroying a small world with one sword, this is already a mythical thing in the martial arts.

To achieve such a devastating thing, the price paid is also extremely high.

The Juggernaut had already run out of fuel, and all his energy and spirit had been consumed by swinging this sword.

In the last moment of the life of this famous sword master, only this sword was left to the world.

At the headquarters of the Tianxiahui, the battle between Bu Jingyun and Xiongba started again. Tang Xuanming didn't pay attention, so he blew a loud whistle.

"Roar!"

The Huo Qilin on the top of the mountain let out a huge roar, jumped down from the mountain, crushed countless rocks along the way, and rushed in front of Tang Xuanming.

Tang Xuanming stepped a little bit, and stood on the back of Huo Qilin.

The sword master, who had no life breath, was placed on Qilin's broad back by him.

Looking back at the headquarters of the Tianxiahui, which was once again integrated with the great world, he rode away on the unicorn without looking back.

Countless martial arts figures watched this scene, shocked beyond measure.

On this day, the Juggernaut of Wushuang City fought with Tianxiahui Xiongba. The Juggernaut swung an unfinished sword that would destroy the world, but was interrupted by Bu Jingyun, one of Xiongba's disciples.

But Bu Jingyun and Xiongba had a hatred for destroying the family, and once again fought against Xiongba at the headquarters of the Tianxiahui.

The fire unicorn in Lingyun Cave was born, and it carried a mysterious boy in white robes. The boy in white robes carried the body of the sword master and went away, leaving countless legends in the rivers and lakes.

Wuming Wuming, who had just arrived at the foot of the mountain, looked at the Huo Qilin covered in flames, and the boy with the corpse of the sword master, and remained silent.

……

In Wushuang City, Tang Xuanming arrived at this city again. Last time he died here in embarrassment, but this time he came back riding a fire unicorn.

The entire Wushuang Chengdu shook, and countless people screamed.

Tang Xuanming ignored it, Huo Qilin passed through the city at a high speed, followed Tang Xuanming's guidance, and found an unnamed thatched cottage.

The aura of the sword master remaining here made Tang Xuanming understand that this is where the sword master used to live in seclusion.

Contrary to what outsiders imagined, this thatched hut was dilapidated and simple, and it was the most common in this era, and it was the most common house for civilians.

No one would have imagined that a generation of famous sword masters would live in such a broken hut.

Tang Xuanming glanced down at the sword master who had no breath in his arms, and said to himself: "I have learned your holy spirit sword technique, and collecting your corpse is a reward for you. A generation of sword masters will finally have a perfect battle!" ending."

"But maybe you don't care, I just care."

Tang Xuanming shook his head, the majestic Gang Qi surged violently, and a large rectangular pit appeared in the ground instantly.

Tang Xuanming patted the Huo Qilin's head. At this time, the psychic monster shook its tail and went away in an instant. After a while, it carried a huge rock on its back.

Tang Xuanming moved his fingers like a sword, and directly threw the middle of the rock to make a coffin, and put the body of the sword master into it.

boom!
The huge coffin was submerged little by little.

Next to the thatched hut was a small earth bag, and Tang Xuanming stood in front of the earth bag with a solid rock on which dragons and phoenixes danced. There were only a few words—the tomb of the sword master.

(End of this chapter)