The surprise and horror on Wuming's face froze directly on his face as Jian Twenty-Three became more and more powerful.
The smoke and dust floating in the air, the various weapons vibrating in response to the two people's aura, the sword energy condensed in the void...
Both the physical and virtual objects were solidified by the arrival of Sword Twenty-Three, becoming a lifelike painting.
Wuming's eyes were wide open, with some surprise but no fear. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were bunched up, and his whole body was still struggling hard, like a bug trapped in amber.
Amid Tang Xuanming's surprised movements, Wuming lifted the sword in his hand little by little. His movements were slow and ugly, and even his movements were deformed because he broke through countless obstacles.
But this still surprised Tang Xuanming.
On that day, Xiongba had countless martial arts masters at the headquarters of the Tianxiahui, and Xiongba himself was also a top-notch master, but under the Twenty-Three Heaven-Destroying Earth-Destroying Sword, no one could move.
Now this martial arts legend Wuming who has lived in seclusion for many years can barely move under the twenty-three swords of destroying heaven and earth, which is surprising enough.
However, barely struggling is the limit that Wuming can achieve in his current state. When he has not understood the return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect, and has not truly thought about how to deal with Sword Twenty-Three, and truly integrated it.
Even the martial arts legend Wuming couldn't resist this sword.
Tang Xuanming's ordinary wooden sword finally stayed on Wuming's eyebrows, and the uncontrolled sword energy even made a sword mark on Wuming's eyebrows.
Then amid loud laughter, Tang Xuanming put away his sword and returned, completely disappearing.
Today, Tang Xuanming defeated Wulin Myth.
No one in the world knew it, but Tang Xuanming felt an extreme joy deep in his heart.
It was not only from his heart, but also the meaning of the lost young man etched deep in his soul.
The wishing point that originally only had sixty left suddenly jumped and jumped to eighty-three.
Tang Xuanming had already guessed the origin of the wishing point. It was an extremely precious treasure that would only appear after most people's wishes were fulfilled. It was the soul and thought of all living beings.
Similar to the power of faith, but seems to be more advanced than the power of faith.
This world is a pure world of martial arts. Like the young man who was the predecessor of Tang Xuanming, there are countless knights and knights who die silently like crucian carp crossing the river every year.
And every knight who fell into the world without a name has a heart to make a name for himself in the world. Everyone has the heroic ambitions of the martial arts legend Wuming, and they all want to compose a legend like a martial arts myth.
But there are only a few people in the world who can really do this for hundreds of years.
He has dominated the world for decades, created the world's hegemony, and has great ambitions. He always gives the Central Plains Jue Wushen.
Wu Ming, who single-handedly brought down ten major sects in the world, and Emperor Shitian, who has been dormant for hundreds of years, can overturn the entire world and stir up troubles in the world...
For hundreds of years and thousands of years, there have been only a few leading figures in the world, and everyone who comes out of the world has that kind of heart and that kind of pride.
It's just that they have difficulty completing it.
The young man that Tang Xuanming chose to integrate into who died tragically for no reason also had the same mentality.
He created one legend after another, going deep into the Lingyun Cave, a forbidden place in the hearts of martial arts people, subduing the fire unicorn, crossing east to Fusang with one person and one rider, and conquering a country with a single sword.
Defeat Xiongba, the master of the Tianxiahui, and fight Wuming, a martial arts myth, and defeat Wuming...
One after another, any one thing can be famous all over the world, and if it is all completed by one person, it has completed an unprecedented miracle.
Tang Xuanming has become a new generation of martial arts myth, and this special achievement seems to have attracted countless martial arts people in the world who are already devastated before they become famous.
"Is this the reason why I came to this world?"
Tang Xuanming, who left the Zhonghua Pavilion leisurely, said to himself that he had composed a myth in the eyes of ordinary people, but he himself was not very arrogant, but very calm.
In the era of the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, resisting the tyranny of the Qin State was the wish of most people. At that time, I obeyed the destiny and fulfilled the wish of most people?
The world of the Condor Heroes and their swords pointing at Mongolia is the wish of all living beings throughout the Song Dynasty. So what will be the wish of the next world?
Tang Xuanming shook his head to eliminate these messy thoughts from his mind.
Lying on Huo Qilin's back, he stroked the ordinary wooden sword. The wooden sword was still as uneven as the first time it came into his hand, but it didn't know when it had added lines one after another.
As he became famous all over the world, the wooden sword in his hand was also given an unusual meaning.
Although it is still the simplest material, it already has a metallic luster flowing through it.
It is stronger than ordinary magic weapons, which seems to be a characteristic of this world.
Just like the heroic sword that Wuming once pulled out, that heroic sword was once stuck on a mountain, and no one who was not recognized as a swordsman could pull it out.
Countless swordsmen came and went in a hurry to draw their swords with great pride, but they were unable to conquer that unique magic weapon.
The magic weapons in this world are not only magic weapons because of their unique materials, but they also have different colors because of the different intentions of different characters.
"Do you want to transform into a legendary weapon?"
Tang Xuanming stroked the unique lines on the wooden sword. He did not strengthen the sword in any way, but the rules of heaven and earth seemed to give the wooden sword unusual meaning and life.
He has a vigorous vitality and a unique and high-spirited temperament.
Like a young boy who is just starting out, he is curious about everything.
clank!
The wooden sword vibrated in Tang Xuanming's hand and made a sound like a magic weapon. Tang Xuanming couldn't help but be moved by such a famous sword with powerful spirituality.
Thinking of the last enemy in this world, Tang Xuanming pondered for a moment, patted the sitting Fire Qilin, and used his sharp air blade to cut a small incision from the Fire Qilin's body.
Red blood like flames fell from it, and the fire unicorn roared uneasily, but for Tang Xuanming's sake, it did not move.
Blood as red as blood dripped drop by drop on the wooden sword, forming a bright red mark.
After swallowing nine drops of blood, Tang Xuanming reached out and touched Huo Qilin's wound. The blood no longer flowed out, and the nine drops of hot blood merged into the wooden sword little by little.
This originally ordinary white birch wood sword became dark and deep, adding a touch of ancient charm.
Tang Xuanming carried the wooden sword behind his back and turned towards the snow mountain.
He saw the thousand-foot-tall purple luck moving slowly.