The moment he saw the other person's appearance clearly, Zhong Wen's heart beat suddenly.
What kind of eyes are these?
The silver-gray whites of the eyes, the bright yellow pupils, and the countless criss-crossing bloodshot eyes all around them, looked nothing like human eyes.
The wrinkles on his face are even more dense and ubiquitous, making him look haggard and vicissitudes of life.
Even on the old man Kunbei, Zhong Wen had never seen so many wrinkles.
More importantly, from the eyes of this ancestor of the human race, he could not read any vitality or vitality, only endless decadence and gloom.
For him, life seems not pleasant, but more like an unbearable burden.
"Just now you said that I am not the same type of person as you."
The leader of the Heavenly Eyes suddenly said, "In fact, on the contrary, you are more like me than anyone else."
Zhong Wen didn't answer, he just used his soul power desperately, stacked all the BUFFs that could be stacked, and activated the Wuji Emperor Sword with all his strength, trying to lock the world with one blow.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the Imperial Sword seemed to have hit an indestructible invisible wall and could no longer move forward.
After the mask shattered, the aura of the leader of the Sky Eye actually increased instead of decreasing!
"In thousands of years, you are the first person to be able to push me to this point."
The leader of the Heavenly Eyes then continued, "To show my respect, let me tell you why direction is the most powerful force in the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, his strange eyes suddenly emitted an unprecedented dazzling light. His whole person was like a burning star, hot, bright, arrogant, lonely, but existing so strongly.
Under the illumination of this dazzling light, the originally powerful Wuji Emperor Sword began to shake violently, as if it was under unimaginable pressure.
"You fuse the weight of billions of swords together, not only to increase its power, but also to form an extremely powerful pulling force, and then use your physique, skills and spiritual skills to increase the power, so as to curb the opponent's actions.
The purpose is indeed a fantastic idea."
The leader of Tianyan slowly commented on Zhong Wen's spiritual skills, "But have you ever thought that as long as it is force, it will have a direction, and the direction of all things is under my control."
As he spoke, the Wuji Emperor Sword slowly turned its head, pointing directly at Zhong Wen's position.
"so what?"
Zhong Wen's face gradually darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The so-called control of direction is just a type of ability. In the end, it is one's own strength that determines victory or defeat."
"That couldn't be more true."
The leader of the Sky Eye suddenly laughed, and there were actually a few more wrinkles on his already old face. His smile was extremely weird, "As long as you are strong enough, you can indeed ignore many special abilities, but have you ever thought about a problem?"
"what is the problem?"
Zhong Wen's face became increasingly ugly, and he felt that he had faintly lost control of the Wuji Emperor Sword.
"Even if you fight for strength."
The golden light in the palm of the Heavenly Eye Cultist's palm suddenly surged. He flicked his index finger and suddenly laughed, "You are no match for me!"
Before he finished speaking, the Wuji Emperor Sword had already disappeared "swiftly".
"puff!"
Zhong Wen's expression changed. Before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. When he lowered his head, he happened to see the Wuji Emperor Sword penetrate his chest with lightning speed.
"you……"
Just as he was about to open his mouth to curse, he felt his head was dizzy, his limbs were weak, he stumbled, and he could no longer stand steadily. He fell directly to the bottom of the gray tower with no end, and soon turned into a naked eye.
Small black dots that cannot be captured.
The leader of the Heavenly Eyes actually used his own methods to retaliate against him, using the Wuji Emperor Sword fused by Zhong Wen to launch a fierce counterattack and stabbing him through the heart.
After doing all this, his face turned slightly pale, and several wrinkles appeared on his face unknowingly. An unconcealable look of fatigue flashed in his eyes, and even his breathing became slightly faster.
It is obviously not easy to counterattack.
"Are you really not dead?"
Just listen to him murmuring to himself, "What a tenacious boy, I want to see how many times you can be resurrected!"
After that, he waved his right arm, and the Wuji Emperor Sword came to his side obediently, acting extremely docile. How could it be like Zhong Wen's spiritual skill?
"puff!"
Unexpectedly, before he could control the Wuji Emperor Sword to pursue him, the leader of the Heavenly Eyes suddenly trembled, his face turned as pale as a sheet, and he spat out a golden blood arrow from his mouth.
At this moment, he showed weakness and malaise from head to toe, as if he had aged millions of years in an instant. The Wuji Emperor Sword lost control and fell straight down in a free fall. After a long time, there was an earth-shattering sound of impact.
, the entire gray tower began to shake violently.
"Is it that girl from the underworld?"
He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "What a cruel method, but it is still corroding my body to this day."
After saying that, he flashed and disappeared instantly.
…
"I go!"
In the world of spiritual consciousness, Cao Wei, who woke up, stared blankly at the empty scene in front of him. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He couldn't help but jump to his feet and yelled, "Where is the Sword Tomb?"
Not long ago, the "Sword Tomb" that held billions of swords had disappeared, as if it had never appeared, leaving only a bare Gobi desert. At a glance, it was indescribable desolation and loneliness.
Is it a dream?
There was never a sword tomb?
Such an idea jumped out of the mind of a seven-year-old child instinctively.
However, this idea was quickly overturned by himself. Xingchen Wuji, who gradually became successful because he had to break his arms and legs many times, was still firmly in his mind, so clear and profound that it even formed a muscle memory.
, my whole body aches when I think about it.
It seems that the so-called sword tomb is just a test given to me by my master. Once I accept the inheritance, it will automatically disappear.
After searching around for a long time, he still couldn't find any sword. Cao Wei squatted on the ground in frustration, listlessly guessing what happened.
For him, who had begun to regard himself as the "Master of the Sword Tomb", losing the Sword Tomb was undoubtedly a great loss.
That’s all!
Being able to receive Master’s inheritance is already a huge blessing. How could I ask for more?
Besides, no matter how many swords there are, you can only use one at a time, so what's the use of having so many?
After all, I still have Master’s Star Sword...
While comforting himself, Cao Wei reached out to touch the sword at his waist, but he missed it. His face suddenly changed, and his expression became extremely ugly.
Damn it!
Even the Star Sword was taken away?
Master, you teach me sword skills and leave a sword for your disciple!
Otherwise, I can't even walk next door.
This chapter has been completed!