Ninety million years ago, Cao Shengzun came into being, leaving the legend of Cao Shengzun in one world after another.
His swordsmanship and divine ability, as a mortal grass, trained him as a swordsman. From then on, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods.
This is the pilgrim with the best swordsmanship in the world. A powerful person once said that Cao Shengzun was born because of the sword. If he practices swordsmanship for hundreds of millions of years, he may not be able to compete with the sword god in the east.
Down.
But such a figure was defeated by a fatal sword.
"Sage Cao...has he been defeated...who is this person...?"
When the two pilgrims saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed.
The majestic sword machine weighs one weight after another without any end. Pilgrims trapped here will be severely damaged. However, it was broken so easily.
Where did this come from? What did the two saints think? They never thought about the identity of this middle-aged man.
There are only three hundred pilgrims in the Holy Land, and there are only a few dozen Eastern monks. They all rely on the power of that sword god to carve out a territory in the earth. As for the Buddhist Sect in the West, it is mysterious and unpredictable. How many holy Buddhas are there?
Never heard of it either.
In the Holy Domain, only Cao Shengzun has mastered the art of swordsmanship, but in the East, there are millions of sword cultivators, and all practitioners are trained in swordsmanship. Most of the fields where those dozens of powerful masters of the Destruction Realm travel are swordsmanship.
However, among the dozens of human sword immortals, how many are stronger than Cao Shengzun?
"That sword god in the East once said that the swordsmanship of Lord Cao, in the infinite world, is only under his own and Jian Gucheng in the human world. Could it be that... this person is Jian Gucheng in the human world?"
This is a rumored master of swordsmanship. It is said that his realm has reached the level of pilgrimage. However, this person has been going deep into the battlefields outside the territory for an unknown number of years. In the past millions of years, only the sword god from the East has been seen outside the territory.
"If this person swords the city alone, then the Cao Shengzun will not lose unjustly."
No one has seen the true face of Jian Gucheng, but those two swords in the world are the only ones that can defeat Cao Shengzun.
The middle-aged man was holding a silver sword, standing across the chest of Cao Shengzun. The blade of the sword seemed to contain the power of a whole heaven and earth energy, making him dare not act rashly.
"Jian Gucheng?" Cao Shengzun was silent for a moment and then asked.
"I am not Jian Gucheng." Chu Cheng shook his head and said: "I said that in all the worlds, there are no less than ten people who can beat you in swordsmanship. Apart from that sword god, Jian Gucheng is not the only one who can.
Better than you."
"…….."
From the grass saint step
Since the beginning of his training, he has been amazing in swordsmanship and has never met an opponent. But today, this white-haired middle-aged man defeated him easily. I really don't want to believe it.
But this is the fact. The sword of the middle-aged man does not have any gorgeous sword power, but the sword power contained in it is enough to destroy the heaven and earth, and is extremely terrifying.
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"I lost this sword. But I am not defeated." Cao Shengzun shook his head, laughed, and said: "We are also pilgrims. If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."
Losing is not defeat. It may not determine life or death.
Both of them are masters of swordsmanship, and one sword may not be able to break through every sword.
The wind was blowing, and at the feet of Cao Shengzun, there were waves again.
The true form of the Grass Saint is a grass. It can be said that he is the ancestor of grass and can be called the source of green grass.
He is there, the grass is there. The grass is there, and the sword's will is endless.
He is the endless sword power.
The sword intention was strong. This time, the sword intention of Cao Shengzun's Sanbo was even more powerful than before.
When Cao Shengzun encountered someone who was extremely powerful in swordsmanship and might even be stronger than him, he had no intention of retreating, let alone jealousy. Instead, he only had a strong will to fight!
In the violent wind and rain, Cao Shengzun faced the terrifying sword machine lock, and his body shook for a while, and began to become blurry. Ripples splashed around him, turning into many wave shadows and scattering in all directions.
This battle has not really begun yet, so how can we determine the outcome?
"If you are really not Jian Gucheng, then it would be really interesting. This is how kendo should be. It requires a hundred schools of thought to contend. Only in this way can stronger kendo continue to emerge."
The figure of Cao Shengzun disappeared in this wave, but his voice is still there, reverberating everywhere in the world.
There is another tide between heaven and earth, thunder rumbles everywhere, and lightning lights up, illuminating countless looming green figures.
At this moment, Cao Shengzun completely became one with the sword, showing amazing power. Every sword intention was like the first thunder in the world.
"Grass Saint Lord!"
This murderous intention was astonishing. The usually calm Lord Cao suddenly became murderous at this moment. Even the other two pilgrims were surprised.
"This is a duel of swordsmanship. Sword cultivators, are they so terrifying? Under the collision of their sword intentions, in the fight, they find the path of transformation and perfect the swordsmanship."
If Cao Shengzun can win today, there is a great possibility that his swordsmanship will be able to take a further step and step into the next level.
Late pilgrimage!
At that time, in the whole world, how many people in the late stage of pilgrimage can be the enemies of Saint Cao?
"Master!" Lie Yan looked at the figure and the middle-aged man, knowing that this man was the old man from before, his master.
She didn't know why the old man, who was originally withered, became full of vitality. Although he was still very dull, there was a world of difference compared to before.
"Master...have you recovered from some injuries...can you win against this strong man?" Lie Yan knew that the master was so powerful that he could even arouse the spirits of the four gods, and even had the skills of the four gods. At his peak,
, you must stand at a height that only a few people in the world can match.
"Master is so powerful, how can this person be able to match it?" Lie Yan's eyes flickered as she looked at the two pilgrims watching from a distance.
At this moment, they are about to take action. After all, they will be both honored and harmed by Cao Shengzun. If Cao Shengzun is defeated, they will also be defeated!
In this battle, their winning rate is extremely high. The middle-aged man is not Jian Gucheng. Being able to break through the sword domain of Cao Shengzun does not mean that he can break through it again and again.
This person's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary, but they still don't believe that there is a third swordsman in the world who can defeat the Holy Lord Cao.
But this burly man was already pale, and he was afraid that he would never be able to use that weird magic again.
Without any hesitation, the two pilgrims took a step towards the burly man. They wanted to suppress the man first and then support Cao Shengzun.
"Your sword power cannot fully restore my own injuries, but it doesn't matter."
Suddenly, there was a roar and a crack. A ripple was cut off by a sword again.
When the tide cuts off, the Milky Way comes in and fills the empty world. There is a sky full of stars, and stars fall from the sky, burning brightly and illuminating the colors of the mountains and rivers.
The stars are shaking like the sun coming from the east.
With the appearance of this star curtain, the sword machine rushed into the sky, swinging wildly between the heaven and the earth, causing the stars to fall even more violently, making the brilliance even more dazzling.
"With this sword, I will use you as a guide to ask for advice from the sword god you are talking about."
"Where did this star... come from!" The figure of Cao Shengzun was forced to appear, with blood flowing in his palms.
There are no stars shining brightly in the Holy Land. Only outside the territory can such stars shine.
There was a riot brewing, and the pilgrim felt the crisis of terror. He was horrified in his heart. He looked at the starry sky and felt the majestic sword power. His face turned pale. He said, "Why does the extraterrestrial devil... appear here?"