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Jiang Yi smiled brightly, and readily agreed:

"Naturally, you can't miss the wine of martial arts mythology."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the wine glass in Wuming's hand suddenly flew up, as if being pulled by an invisible silk thread, and moved into Jiang Yi's hand.

During this process, not a single drop of the wine in the glass was spilled.

Jiang Yi held up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Nameless smiled lightly:

"The myth of martial arts is dead. I am just an ordinary person now. I spend my days leisurely and leisurely. Even the heroic sword has been passed on to Jianchen."

As he spoke, he raised the jug and poured wine, just like an ordinary innkeeper, living in the market, enjoying an ordinary and leisurely life.

Seeing Wuming's appearance, the Juggernaut frowned. He didn't expect Wuming, who was once sharp and invincible, to become what he is now, disillusioned with fame and fortune.

He was completely different from the high-spirited young swordsman in his memory who defeated the eight sects.

Since entering this room, the Juggernaut has been observing Wuming, wanting to know his current cultivation level.

However, looking at Wuming's tone of voice, the gestures of pouring wine are all like ordinary people.

The aura on the body is vast and deep, making people unable to guess the depth.

In the end, the Juggernaut couldn't bear it anymore, and planned to try it himself.

He raised his hand a little.

Zheng!

An awe-inspiring sword energy, like a thunderbolt and lightning, burst out of the air, stabbing at Wuming.

Wuming didn't notice it, and continued to pour the wine unhurriedly.

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With a slight sound, the unparalleled sharpness of the sword hit the wine poured from the mouth of the jug, and then dissipated invisible.It was like a weak candle that was extinguished by water.

The Juggernaut didn't even notice that Wuming's body showed the slightest sign of mobilizing his true energy.

A glimpse of the leopard in the tube can be seen.

Through this simple test, the Juggernaut knew that the realm of Wuming had far surpassed himself.

Although he had expected this in his heart, he still sighed in disappointment:

"Sure enough, even though I have been in seclusion for many years and have been studying swordsmanship, I am still not as good as you."

After all, he is old, these years are getting old, his physical strength, energy, and even his true energy have faded. Although his swordsmanship is becoming more and more profound, and he has a deeper sharp arrow in the way of swordsmanship, the improvement of his strength is extremely limited.

Wuming is middle-aged. After the death of his beloved wife, he withdrew from the arena. After 20 years of precipitation, while constantly improving his cultivation, his comprehension of kendo has entered a new realm.

Therefore, the gap between the two sides has not been narrowed, but has become wider.

Seeing the Juggernaut's hard-to-relieve look, Wuming couldn't help persuading him:

"The sword is dead in my heart, and winning or losing is even more meaningless to me. Why can't you see it?"

The Juggernaut snorted coldly:

"If you don't have the heart to win, how can you go further on the road of swordsmanship."

Wuming knew that this was due to the difference in ideas between the two sides. He couldn't change the Juggernaut's thinking, so he didn't say much on this topic. , which in turn says:

"Actually, if you don't come, I also want to send Jian Chen to invite you. There is one thing I hope you can agree to."

"what's up?"

Wuming said solemnly: "I hope you don't want to fight Xiongba."

The Juggernaut frowned: "Why?"

Nameless said slowly:

"Nowadays, the world will rule the rivers and lakes, and it is rare for the rivers and lakes to calm down. I don't want you to break this peace.

If Xiongba is defeated by you, there will be another dispute in the rivers and lakes. At that time, there will inevitably be a bloody storm, causing people to die. "

The Juggernaut sneered:

"What does it have to do with me if people lose their lives?"

Wuming also knew that the Juggernaut only had the way of the sword in his heart, and it might not be effective to persuade him with the morals of the world, so he said instead:

"Besides, from your attack just now, I can also see that your lifespan is near the end of your life. Even if you can win this battle, you will not escape death. You have been pursuing the way of the sword all your life, and you have given up everything for the sword. Why don't you take advantage of the last period of your life? Time to enjoy the life of ordinary people."

How tenacious the Juggernaut is, how could he be shaken by Wuming's few words, and he flatly refused:

"This is the last battle of my life, it is imperative, so don't persuade me any more."

Wuming said firmly: "If this is the case, for the sake of the common people in the world, I can only keep you in this Zhonghua Pavilion."

Hearing the words, a flash of light flashed in the eyes of the Juggernaut, he stood up suddenly, and a piercing sword intent surged into the sky, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Okay, I also want to see how unfathomable you have reached now."

As he spoke, he squeezed his sword finger and stabbed in the air.