Not to mention the astonishment of many martial arts people present, the battle in the field has reached its peak.
After Xiongba's three-point return vitality is condensed, the internal energy is endless and endless, as if it is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.
The three martial arts that were originally mutually reinforcing and incompatible were perfectly integrated by him, resulting in this extremely amazing magical effect.
Xiongba actually used his finger to strike the unparalleled sword in the sword master's hand, and the sound of the huge clash of gold and iron was so loud that it would tear people's eardrums.
There are even sparks flying out. This is one of Xiong Ba's famous secret skills: cutting jade and dividing gold.
The sword master is calm and unhurried. Although he looks like an old man, the powerful and domineering moves in his hands are even more terrifying than those of a young man.
His face became colder and colder, more ruthless.
Tang Xuanming's induction of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique has already reached Sword Twenty-Two, and his aura has also reached its peak.
Tang Xuan couldn't help but squint his eyes, waiting for the blow that was said to destroy the world.
The same was true for the Xiongba at the center of the field. He felt that the momentum of the sword master opposite was rising to its peak.
That would reach an unprecedented level, and with his terrifying power, it would be enough to shock everyone.
Clang!
After the Wumingless Sword returned to the clan and was completed, he became emperor in the sword and could control the swords in the hands of all the swordsmen in the world. His whole body almost became a sword, and he could even feel the sword's intention.
Some are just shocking to destroy heaven and earth. Sword Master has always been a ruthless person and will not use his heart to sense others.
He cannot control the swords in the hands of other swordsmen. The only thing he can understand is his unparalleled sword. The first twenty-two swords of Wuming can be deduced and deciphered one by one based on his swordsmanship.
But the last sword is incomprehensible to anyone.
The sword master is lonely. At his peak, he can't find an opponent. He draws his sword and looks around at a loss.
He has a solitary desire to be defeated, similar to those among the Condor Heroes who only heard his name but never saw him.
And he didn't disappear mysteriously like Dugu Qiubai. When he couldn't find an opponent, he used heaven and earth as his enemies.
"Since there is no opponent in the world, then I will regard the world as my opponent. Wuming, I believe this sword can trouble you for the rest of your life!"
Under Tang Xuanming's shocked gaze, the Sword Master finally wielded the most powerful sword in his life, and the sky and the earth where the dominator was located seemed to have frozen.
An old man with a shocked face, a frightened middle-aged hero, a young man with a longing face...
Everything was strangely frozen in place, as if it had turned into a strange portrait.
Tang Xuanming, who was far away on the top of the mountain, sighed and couldn't help but rub his eyes, feeling that they were stinging.
Even though he deliberately avoided the Tianxiahui, he still felt that the air seemed to be solidifying.
"The Sword of Hell is worthy of its name."
His eyes were faintly dyed with a layer of gold, and his pupils turned into vertical pupils. In his gaze, the world seemed to be cut, separated from the entire world.
The luck disappeared directly from the big world, and wisps of black energy spread in the small world, destroying everything there.
The body-protecting Gangqi condensed from three-thirds of Xiongba's body vibrated violently, and his face kept twitching, but he was unable to make any unnecessary expressions, only a pair of eyes full of shock.
I could only watch helplessly as the dark sword light approached little by little.
At this moment, a young man walked up to the foot of the mountain again. This was the second uninvited guest who came here today.
The young man's face was indifferent, and you could see that he looked handsome, but his whole body was like an ice cube with no extraneous expression.
There was only hatred hidden in the depths of his eyes. He stared at the violently fluctuating aura on the top of the mountain, looked at the old man standing on the mountainside, and looked at the tyrant who was frozen in a picture scroll. His eyes revealed an unprecedented luster of hatred.
"Xiongba can only die in my hands, and he must die in my hands."
In a few steps, he climbed up the mountainside. When he passed the white-haired old man, he punched the old man in the chest without hesitation.
The old man's body fell slowly, and the black sword energy had cut off Xiong Ba's connection with heaven and earth, penetrated into the body-protecting Qi around him, and was only an inch away from Xiong Ba's heart.
It's just that this inch will never be reached.
Tang Xuanming's figure on the top of the mountain suddenly disappeared. He ignored the another peak battle that was about to take place in the Tianxiahui. He floated down from the top of the mountain and suddenly appeared on the body of the sword master who had lost all his breath.
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When the Six-Destroying Sword Twenty-Three was wielded, the sword master was already dead, solidifying the world, and even destroying a small world with one sword. This is already a myth in the martial arts.
To achieve such a destructive thing, the price paid is also extremely high.
The sword master was already exhausted, and all his energy and energy had been consumed by swinging this sword.
In the last moments of his life, this world-famous swordsman left only this sword to the world.
At the Tianxiahui headquarters, the battle between Bu Jingyun and Xiong Ba started again. Tang Xuanming had no intention of paying attention, but blew a loud whistle.
"Roar!"
The fire unicorn on the top of the mountain let out a huge roar, jumped down from the mountain, crushed countless rocks along the way, and rushed in front of Tang Xuanming.
Tang Xuanming stepped a little closer and stood on Huo Qilin's back.
The sword master with no life breath was placed on Qilin's broad back.
Looking back at the headquarters of the Tianxiahui, which was once again integrated with the world, he rode his unicorn away without looking back.
Countless martial arts figures looked at this scene and were extremely shocked.
On this day, the sword master of Wushuang City fought against Xiong Ba of the Tianxiahui Association. The sword master swung his unfinished sword to destroy the world, but was interrupted by Bu Jingyun, one of Xiong Ba's disciples.
But Bu Jingyun and Xiong Ba had a grudge against Xiong Ba and once again fought against Xiong Ba at the headquarters of the Tianxiahui.
The Fire Qilin from Lingyun Cave was born, carrying a mysterious young man in white robe. The young man in white robe carried the body of the sword master and flew away, leaving countless legends in the world.
Wulin Shinhwa Wuming, who had just arrived at the foot of the mountain, was silent as he looked at the fire unicorn covered in flames and the young man carrying the body of the sword master.
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Wushuang City, Tang Xuanming arrived at this city again. Last time he died in embarrassment here, but this time he returned riding a fire unicorn.
The entire Wushuang Chengdu was shaken, and countless people screamed.
Tang Xuanming ignored it, and the Fire Qilin passed through the city at high speed, following Tang Xuanming's guidance, and found an unknown thatched cottage.
The aura of the Sword Master remaining here made Tang Xuanming understand that this was where the Sword Master once lived in seclusion.
Different from what outsiders imagine, this thatched cottage is dilapidated and crude, the most common in this era, and it is the most ordinary house for common people to live in.
No one would have imagined that a famous swordsman would live in such a shabby hut.
Tang Xuanming lowered his head and glanced at the breathless Sword Master in his arms, and said to himself: "I have learned your Holy Spirit Sword Technique, and I can repay you by collecting your corpse. This generation of Sword Master will eventually have a perfect match."
The end of."
"But maybe you don't care, as long as I care."
Tang Xuanming shook his head, powerful Gang Qi surged wildly, and a large rectangular pit instantly appeared on the ground.
Tang Xuanming patted the fire unicorn's head. At this time, the ferocious beast, which had become spiritual, shook its tail and went away in an instant. Not long after, it carried a huge rock on its back.
Tang Xuanming used his finger like a sword to directly throw the middle of the rock into the air, made a coffin, and put the body of the sword master into it.
boom!
The huge coffin was submerged bit by bit in the soil.
There was a small earth bag next to the hut, and a solid rock was erected by Tang Xuanming in front of the earth bag. There were dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, and there were only four words on it - Tomb of the Sword Master.