The sword master's eyes full of vicissitudes of life stared closely at Wuming and said: "Ten years ago, I was defeated by you. Now, I have understood the twenty-three swords of destruction. Finally, I can compete with you again!"
Wuming asked: "Little friend, it seems that you are not following the rules."
Xiao He said with a smile: "No! Senior Wuming, we agreed on three moves at that time, but there was no setting. These three moves must be performed by myself, so junior, it is not considered a violation."
Wuming: "Dugu Sword, is your third move?"
Xiao He shrugged and said: "There is no way. Senior is called a 'martial arts myth' by people in the world. How can I, an unknown little martial artist, break your defense, so I have to send in reinforcements."
In other words, when the four young heroes Fengyun Shuanglang attacked the Tianxiahui, it was the Sword Master who broke the rear and stopped the Xiongba when they were escaping. Of course, the Sword Master's strength had not fully recovered at that time, but with the great power of Sword Twenty-Three
Although it was powerful, it still escaped completely after delaying for enough time.
Xiao He also wrote a letter to the Sword Master before taking Nie Feng to Lingyun Cave, asking the Sword Master to recover from his injuries before rushing to the cave to plan his strategy.
When Xiao He and others came out of Lingyun Cave and set out on their way home, Xiao He received a reply from the Sword Master saying that he was coming soon. Therefore, Xiao He had this plan.
Xiao He smiled and said: "Next, it's up to you two, please!"
Then Xiao He motioned to Wang Qingya who was supporting him.
Wang Qingya nodded slightly and carefully helped Xiao He exit the competition venue.
Xiao He retreated into the crowd, and Murong Xian came over, patted Xiao He on the shoulder, and said: "Big pervert! Why did the Sword Master come?"
"Hiss..." Xiao He was slapped by Murong Xian and grimaced in pain.
He had just fought two moves with Wuming, and now Xiao He's internal organs were somewhat displaced and completely internally injured. After being slapped by Murong Xian like this, Xiao He suddenly had the urge to vomit blood. Anyway, Xiao He endured it again and again.
I almost felt like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle to hold back from spewing out.
However, Murong Xian was so desperate that when he saw Xiao He start to twitch when he was slapped by him (because he had to hold back from vomiting blood, his body would always tremble a little), he couldn't help but feel a little angry, and slapped Xiao He on the waist again,
Cursed: "Why are you twitching!"
Xiao He was so painful that his eyes were bloodshot. Waist! Waist! Anyone who has studied biology knows that the location of the kidneys is in the waist. After Murong Xian slapped him like this, Xiao He suddenly felt that he was a little injured by Wuming.
His kidneys have begun to break!
"I endure! I endure!" Even so, in order not to worry Wang Qingya and not to be embarrassed in front of more than a thousand players, Xiao He used his animal-like perseverance and endured it again!
Qi Bai looked at this scene, came to Murong Xian's side, smiled a little lewdly, and said: "Miss, you understand wrong, Xiao He is not convulsing, this is called squirming, hehe, squirming."
"puff!"
Qi Bai's words finally became the last straw that broke through the limit of Xiao He's endurance. Xiao He felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of old blood sprayed on Qi Bai's face in an instant!
Qi Bai's lustful smile was frozen there, with a pool of Xiao He's blood on his face, which looked extremely funny.
——————Dividing line
Nameless: "Your injury is not healed."
The sword master laughed and said: "Hahaha, swordsmanship is not about strength!"
"That's right!"
Wuming nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
Not far away, Xiao He immediately felt that the pressure of Wuming's aura was weakening! After a while, Wuming's aura became similar to that of a sword master!
Wuming suppressed his cultivation in the Quasi-Wuwei Realm and planned to use his strength in the Quasi-Heavenly Enlightenment Realm to fight against the Sword Master who was originally in the Quasi-Heavenly Enlightenment Realm!
The sword master nodded and said: "The martial arts legend is really brave and courageous. You are really not afraid that I will break your inexplicable sword skills!"
Wuming smiled slightly: "You will know once you try it!"
Juggernaut: "Since there is still one move left, I will just use my trump card!"
Wuming remained silent, extending his index and middle fingers with both hands, spreading them out and raising them over his shoulders.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
A flying sword suddenly appeared around Wuming.
The sword master looked extremely serious and said: "Inexplicable sword technique - inexplicable grief? You are more direct, and you used the last move like this."
Wuming: "Your original Sword Twenty-Two was a very high level in the art of swordsmanship. Now that you have learned Sword Twenty-Three, how can I dare to keep it?"
"Hahahahaha..." The sword master laughed loudly: "Okay! I will give it a try today! It's inexplicable whether my twenty-three swords can beat your sorrow!"
Wuming shouted low, his hands began to tremble slightly, and more and more flying swords gathered around him! The power of a thousand swords has begun to take shape!
The sword master saw this and couldn't help but smile and sighed: "Thousands of swords have no name. Ten years have passed and the sword is still so powerful. Twenty-three swords - destroy the heaven and the earth!"
A three-foot-long sword condensed from behind the sword master, shining with a thousand-foot-long light!
Wuming's "Inexplicable Sword Technique" is a sentimental sword, while Swordmaster's "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" is a ruthless sword. They are mutually reinforcing and mutually reinforcing, and the performance of their moves is also at two different extremes!
Wuming uses the number of swords to gather the power of the sword and defeats the enemy with the power of the sword, while the Sword Master uses one sword to make the heart, destroying the sky and being respected.
There has never been an accurate statement in the world about which kind of swordsmanship can reach the extreme. Therefore, countless swordsmanship has been derived, but nowadays, the ones who have gone the furthest are undoubtedly Wuming and Juggernaut.
Such an extreme showdown caught the attention of everyone present. Is love better than ruthlessness, or is ruthlessness the way of heaven?
"Indescribable grief - Qianlu Sword of Love!"
"Break it for me!"
One sword versus a thousand swords!
Wuming's thousand flying swords kept hovering around Wuming, and a Bagua-like pattern appeared faintly, which was extremely mysterious.
The giant sword behind the sword master rolled up thousands of dust, and the light stung the eyes of those around him. The giant sword just rushed towards Wuming, unstoppable!
Wuming shouted loudly, the Thousand Swords Bagua Diagram rotated faster and faster, and hit the sword master's giant sword!
"Boom!"
A deafening roar sounded. Thousands of swords collided with each other fiercely.
The two powerful impact forces squeezed the space and seemed to be a bit broken. A huge air current swept in, and the surrounding trees swayed. Some of them could not withstand the pressure and were blown directly to their waists!
The center of the field was completely covered by flying dust, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.
Xiao He thought silently in his heart: "We must win! Sword Master!"
