Just when the pilgrims present thought that the sword of Lord Cao would determine the outcome, a figure stood in front of the burly man.
"This is..." The pilgrims saw an old man sitting cross-legged in the blue waves, facing a tide. They frowned and suddenly remembered a rumor.
There was a burly man, holding a cauldron in his hands and an old man on his back, challenging the saints from all regions. With this burly man holding the old man in his arms, no one could be his rival.
"…….."
The two pilgrims looked at each other, then looked at Cao Shengzun, and saw that the holes in his green eyes were shrinking.
This is an old man. His aura is rotten, and there is not much life left. He is a dying man. But for some reason, this dying man gave Cao Shengzun Mo Da?????????
The crisis of ???????.
The two pilgrims also felt something bad in their hearts.
This burly man is indeed very powerful. The magical skills he has learned actually make him more brave as time goes by. However, they still see the shortcomings of this technique. They need to consume their own vitality and immortality in advance, and continue to break through the limit and reach the limit.
A leap in combat power.
This magical technique makes people feel too weird. If this burly man was not a pilgrim, he would definitely die suddenly!
This technique cannot be touched without holding the immortal will in your hand. It can be said that it is tailor-made for pilgrims. It is because of the immortality that it can continue to break through the limits.
But this pilgrim was too young, and his immortality had not yet been solidified, so he came to challenge him. The strength he showed was at best the peak of the early stages of the pilgrimage, so how could he be invincible along the way? He left behind horrific rumors one after another.
There's something wrong with this, it's not as simple as it sounds.
The two pilgrims felt that the old man was the real manipulator behind the scenes, so they quickly said: "Holy Master Cao, this old man is very strange. I'm afraid he is not as simple as what we have seen. It's better to be careful."
"No problem." Cao Shengzun raised his eyebrows slightly and regained his composure.
"You said that you have seen many sword cultivators, and my sword can be ranked among the top ten. Except for that gentleman from the East, who else in this world has a sword that can rival mine?"
Saint Cao seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
He was born from the will of the sword, and from then on he carried the will of the sword. He was destined to move forward in the sword, and his sword was destined to be invincible in the world!
From the appearance of the old man to the fall of the tide, it just happened between lightning and flint, one after another.
The Taoist sword intent rushes towards the face, making people tremble with fear. Even a strong man in the late stage of the pilgrimage will be defeated by this tide!
The majestic sword intent swept out one after another, majestic like a river flowing, and its momentum was endless! The sword light fell, and the whole world trembled like water waves.
"Why haven't you drawn your sword yet?" Lord Cao asked.
"Could it be that in this tide, I was so frightened that I couldn't lift the sword?"
The old man did not take action, but floated cross-legged in the air, like a dead old tree that could no longer open its branches, waiting for the thunder to arrive and destroy it!
During the day, thunder! At this moment, it sounds everywhere.
There is extremely clear silver light, which gradually overflows in the overlapping tidal waves, destroying every place.
Lieyan's face suddenly changed as she felt the majestic and endless sword????????????????
This is the sword energy of the No. 1 Sword Master in this holy land... It makes people feel frightened in their hearts. If these countless sword intentions fall on me, will I be able to resist it?
Obviously it is impossible. One or two paths may be possible. But the countless paths are completely unable to be resisted by one's own immortality. The final result, as Saint Cao said, was to be suppressed on the spot for hundreds of thousands of years!
"Master!" Lie Yan's face suddenly changed.
BR/Silver Light is like a extreme day, and the old man's body is all over the moment, and you can no longer see his figure. You can only feel the endless killing opportunities and bombard it crazy.
Although the master is powerful, he was seriously injured for unknown reasons. Can he survive this shocking sword force and survive it unscathed?
Lie Yan felt the cold gaze from the opposite side.
"Is this what you rely on? If it's just that, then... you have lost."
In this sword, the pilgrims of the world have nowhere to follow.
"Yes, he is my support. But if you want to suppress my master with just this sword, it would be too much." Lie Yan gritted her teeth and retorted.
"Master hasn't struck out with his sword yet, how can he say he's defeated?"
Although Lie Yan was frightened by this sword, her master was in front of her at this moment, and she had no idea of escaping in her mind.
Suddenly, Cao Shengzun's expression became solemn, and he looked at the extremely bright light in disbelief.
The sword energy spanned millions of feet across the sky, tearing this space apart and becoming extremely dilapidated. But at this moment, Cao Shengzun felt the extremely bright light in that place.
, the sword intention became absolutely still, no longer showing any sign of movement.
Like a sudden violent rain, it dissipated in an instant. The dark clouds broke away, and the scorching sun broke through the heavy clouds.
"I took this sword. Thank you for your sword intention."
In the light, someone slowly spoke.
Then, a backflow pushed out from the light. There were collisions and explosions. This was the collision between the tide and the backflow. For a time, the heavy smoke waves became turbid and chaotic.
But... that was not the case at the end. A figure appeared at the end of the smoke wave, still sitting cross-legged, surrounded by waves, and even layers of ice chips appeared, going away with the countercurrent.
The end of the smoke wave became the source again. But the source was extremely clear.
"…….."
"This is…….."
The two pilgrims held their breath. At this moment, the thousands of miles of sword light seemed to be frozen. The originally majestic, terrifying, and extremely sharp sword intent,
As the layers of ice fragments flowed backwards, they began to solidify, as if they had turned into a pool of stagnant water, with no living water coming in anymore.
"When your sword intention comes from nowhere, then what should you do?"
In the light, the voice spoke again.
When the ice fragments in the sky fell in the words, they instantly turned into a withered yellow color. A tide that never fell was completely cut off as the color withered.
Grass and trees are all soldiers, and everything in the world grows and flows, which can be the meaning of the sword. But the growth of everything under the feet of Cao Shengzun can no longer be revived, and its vitality has been forcibly extracted.
The light in the distance gradually dimmed, and the figure gradually emerged.
The man no longer sat cross-legged, and his body was no longer covered in decay. The decay on his body was completely swept away by the fall of this tide.
"Just now, I was wrong. Your swordsmanship can only be considered mediocre in all the worlds. Your Excellency said that your swordsmanship comes from a certain sword god in the East."
With one sword, there was no whisper. However, with one sword, the tide was completely shattered.
A middle-aged man with white hair and a thin face, holding a silver sword, appeared in front of Cao Shengzun. It only took half an inch to open his throat, so that the sword energy could flow into him and kill him.
Heavy damage!
The middle-aged man looked at the bewildered men in green robes and said calmly.
"If this is really the case, does this person dare to call himself the God of Swords?"