In the dark ice cellar under the ice peak, Wuming weakly opened his eyes. What he saw made him stunned for a long time.
"After twenty years, am I back here again?"
In the ice cellar, the most eye-catching thing is the twelve huge pillars standing up to the sky. The pillars are each engraved with the twelve earthly branches. On top of them are countless ice curtains, like thousands of ice swords, piercing down.
On top of each pillar stands a lifelike ice sculpture, each displaying its magical skills, ready to withstand the ice swords piercing the sky.
They are not ice sculptures, but twelve famous martial arts figures and current masters, frozen here silently.
Dugu Ming's father, Wushuang City Lord Dugu Yifang, was among them.
In addition to the twelve giant pillars around it, there is also an ice sword located in the center, frozen in mid-air.
This sword is the strongest!
Just looking at the solid ice cone on the outer layer and its razor-sharp sharpness, you can tell that the sword is powerful enough to penetrate any obstacle.
Strangely, a finely crafted jade ring is placed right on top of the sword. The fragile jade ring contrasts sharply with the sharp edge of the sword.
What's even more surprising is that where the tip of the sword points is a deeply sunken human figure.
The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the man's chest. If he stabbed him, he would definitely die.
But this sword did not strike after all.
What force blocked this thunderous sword?
A mere jade ring?
still……
That biased master-disciple relationship?
If someone hadn't been there to see this wonderful scene, no matter how powerful the policeman was, they wouldn't be able to guess the truth.
Twenty years ago, under the arrangement of Jian Hui, the head of the Sword Sect, Wu Ming and Po Jun competed in the presence of twelve famous masters to compete for the supreme inheritance and return Wan Jian to the sect.
The ending is obvious, Po Jun is not Wuming's opponent, the human figure trapped in the human body is where Po Jun was twenty years ago, and Wuming will kill him with one sword to eliminate harm from the world.
But at the critical moment, Jianhui first threw the jade ring, using the love of master and disciple to prevent Wuming from inflicting cruel attacks, and then used Huitian Ice Jue to freeze all the twelve masters. The ice and snow froze the swords, interfering with the duel, and Wuming finally
He sighed and withdrew his sword, leaving the outcome undecided.
Why is it so unfair?
Because Jianhui is Pojun's biological father, Pojun, as the son of the head of the family, is arrogant, domineering, cruel, and commits all kinds of evil deeds, but Jianhui repeatedly tolerates the mistakes of his father, and eventually creates a generation of vicious people.
However, Jian Hui did not hesitate to kill twelve spectators, just to prevent the enemy from dying under the nameless sword, so this unknown wonder happened.
In this inaccessible place, the snowy wind blows, snowflakes flutter, layers of ice are built up, corpses are preserved in ice, and the bright-eyed spectators make the atmosphere linger, as if it has not faded for twenty years.
They are also waiting for the continuation of this battle!
"I have to disappoint all the seniors. After all, Po Jun will not dare to fight again, but I will find him and avenge the innocent people who died in vain!"
The nameless old place reappears, the past is vividly remembered, and the mood is difficult to control.
He really wanted to kill him, and Po Jun would definitely die, but because of his benevolence, his beloved wife and innocent people died tragically.
While Wuming felt desolate, a rare fire ignited in his eyes, and he finally made up his mind.
"Haha, it should have been like this! It should have been like this!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly rumbled from deep in the ice cellar: "Twenty years have passed, and you brat is finally willing to come back!"
Wuming's body trembled: "Uncle Master?"
"That's right! I'm not dead yet!"
The speaker is full of energy and is known as the Sword Emperor in the Sword Sect. He is one generation older than Jian Hui.
He was born in the Zhu royal family, and had been obsessed with swordsmanship since he was a child. When the Jianwen period was about to abolish the vassal state, he simply gave up his position as the vassal king and joined the Sword Sect to study swordsmanship with all his heart.
I was punished by facing the wall here.
The Sword Emperor would rather stay in the ice and snow to explore the secret of the Wan Jian Gui Sect. Instead, he became the guardian of the secret book and was forced to make an oath to wait until a younger disciple who could inherit the Wan Jian Gui Sect appeared.
Atone for your sins and see the light of day again.
Therefore, the Sword Emperor's tone revealed ecstasy: "Boy, come quickly to receive the secret book. I've had enough here!"
Wuming frowned: "But..."
The Sword Emperor said flatly: "There is no such thing as Po Jun. That boy was defeated by you twenty years ago. Now he doesn't even have the courage to fight head-on. You will naturally inherit the Wan Jian Guizong!"
Wuming sighed: "I have lost all my skills and cannot practice Ten Thousand Swords and return to my sect."
"That's not possible!"
There was something strange in the Sword Emperor's tone, which seemed to be both persistence and relief. A secret book was suddenly thrown from the depths of the ice cave, with a sound like a dragon's roar, and suddenly fell into Wuming's hands.
Wuming opened the secret scroll and saw that this supreme secret that countless people dreamed of had only sixteen words in its outline:
All energy is generated by itself, the sword rushes into the waste points, returns to Yuan martial arts, Zong Yuan has great merit.
This formula was really incomprehensible. When Wuming looked down, there were more than ten pages of blank paper, followed by some sword manuals and formulas, which were very ordinary.
Wuming became more and more curious, and kept flipping through it, looking at each page for a long time.
The Sword Emperor waited for him to finish reading and asked: "How is it? Are you aware of it?"
Wu Ming said: "The four sentences at the beginning of this chapter, combined with the third character of each sentence, mean to abolish one's martial arts. Could it be that the strongest secret skill of my sword sect requires one to abolish one's martial arts in order to be able to practice it?"
"What a boy! He is truly a genius!"
The laughter of the Sword Emperor was heard, and the entire ice cave was shaken by it, showing his extremely powerful skills: "I have been studying the ten thousand swords for half my life, and I have made up my mind to give up my skills to practice, but I have to guard the secret book. I can't
You were entrusted by the wrong sect, and now you have lost all your skills. Returning to the Sword Sect is really God's will! God's will!"
"Is it God's will?"
Wuming's eyes were filled with emotion, and the vast fortune was like a sword's energy soaring into the sky, and he began to comprehend the return of the Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect.
This supreme sword technique starts with a pure word, and any true energy that has been cultivated before will be completely wasted. Then, the sword is used to flush the waste points, causing all the energy to generate on its own, and finally it reaches the point where one sword comes out.
, the supreme level where all swords unite.
Three days later, the wind and snow outside the ice cave suddenly calmed down.
Boom!
Amidst the earth-shattering vibrations, a skinny old man transformed into a giant sword, piercing the sky and roaring loudly: "I am free! I am finally free!"
Wuming stepped out, looked at the collapsed ice cave behind him, and bowed.
After twenty years, this unfinished battle has finally come to an end.
The Sword Emperor circled around in the air. After venting his anger, he stretched out his hand and a strange weapon suddenly appeared in his hand.
Wuming raised his eyebrows: "This sword is evil!"
"This sword is named Obsession Barrier. It is indeed a demonic weapon. There are not many weapons that can carry my sword energy, so don't worry about it!"
The Sword Emperor looked at Wuming with a very fiery gaze, as if he was looking at a moving secret book of the Wan Jian Gui Sect: "Aren't you going to go to the Tianmen? I will come with you to see with your own eyes how powerful the Wan Jian Gui Sect is!"
Wuming showed his embarrassment: "But time is still short. Although I have mastered ten thousand swords and returned to the sect, my skill has not yet been restored..."
No matter how powerful Wan Jian Guizong is in the field of swordsmanship, it is impossible for him to fully recover his skills in just three days. It will take at least more than a month to recover stably. Comparing three days with one month, there is only...
The Sword Emperor didn't care at all, and waved his hand: "I'm here to protect you, what are you afraid of? Since Tianmen is also in the far north, and its soldiers are very fast, we will attack the door tonight and cause him to turn upside down!
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