Chapter five hundred and fortieth sword twenty-three
Dugu Ming followed the sword master's line of sight and looked...
Saw nothing.
It wasn't until Liao Wenjie's kind thoughts came closer that he took a breath of cold air and said hurriedly: "Uncle, this is the man who saved those three hundred ambitious beasts, but failed to save my father alone...
…This person must have bad intentions.”
To others, especially the backbone of the Wushuang City, No. 300, who brought up his family and brought up his family, the incarnation of his kind thoughts can be called the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, and he is one of the best benevolent people in the world.
For Dugu Ming, it's a different story.
First, there was the embodiment of kind thoughts that refused to save Dugu Fang, and then there was the tragedy of being turned into a puppet. He really couldn't say a single word 'thank you'.
He even secretly resented the incarnation of good thoughts for unnecessary actions. The world would kill those three hundred people, poison them and attack them secretly. They had planned it for so long, so much effort was put into it. Why should they be stopped?
Doesn’t this make people busy in vain?
"Who is here? Can you report his life?"
The sword master ignored Dugu Ming's whisper, put one hand behind his back, and formed a sword finger with the other hand in his sleeve robe.
When the level of martial arts has reached his level, decay has long been transformed into magic, and any grass, tree, or flower can be turned into a sword at will.
The incarnation of good thoughts stopped in front of the hut, turning a blind eye to the invisible sword energy coming from all directions. He slightly grinned at the corner of his mouth, showing a mouth full of fangs and smiled kindly. He raised his hand and threw the unparalleled sword towards the sword master.
With or without the Unparalleled Sword, the Sword Master is still the Sword Master, but without the Unparalleled Sword, the Unparalleled Sword is not the Unparalleled Sword.
Thousands of words can be condensed into one sentence. In the early years, people and swords combined and complemented each other. In later years, there were sword masters first and then there were unparalleled swordsmen.
The sword master frowned and took the Wushuang Sword. He briefly sensed the cheering sword spirit inside the Wushuang Sword, then held down the hilt and slowly unsheathed it.
In an instant, the clouds in the sky tore apart, and the mighty clouds and mist cracked and rolled, spreading in the east-west direction.
Within a moment, the sky was clear and clear, with no clouds in sight and no obstruction at all.
The incarnation of good thoughts nodded, put away the red umbrella he was holding, and as he held the handle of the umbrella, a bright red blood sword bloomed with dazzling sword light.
The Sword of Victory over Evil.
Speaking of the Sword of Victory over Evil, it also has its own arrogance.
When Liao Wenjie first acquired the Shengxie Sword and the Red Luo Umbrella, the Red Luo Umbrella was the scabbard of the Shengxie Sword. As the Shengxie Sword became more powerful, he despised the original scabbard and was still unwilling to insert it into it.
Later, the Sword of Victory against Evil was extraordinary and became a magical weapon. The grade of the Red Umbrella rose accordingly, becoming jewel-like and noble.
Once the Sword of Victory over Evil is returned to its sheath, there will be no more resistance.
Although it sounds weird, it is true.
Let’s talk about the incarnation of good thoughts. That day, he ruined the good deeds of Tianxiahui. He did not let Wushuang City be slaughtered without leaving any chickens and dogs. He did not leave directly, but gnawed on books in the treasure house of martial arts.
Quantum reading mode.
Like a hundred thousand water-absorbing little pillows, it crazily absorbs the martial arts foundation of the current world, and just ignores the learning. Based on the induction with the main body, it passes all the knowledge to Liao Wenjie in Lingyun Cave.
The Shengxie Sword bloomed with red light and clashed with the blue sword light of the Wushuang Sword. The friction between the swords ignited the flames. Under the red light that reached the sky, Dugu Ming and his party could not breathe. They stepped back for a hundred meters before gasping for air.
Stop breathing.
Looking at the two confronting figures, one red and one basket, Dugu Ming was both envious and frightened.
The reason for envy is very simple. He longs to have this power. Even if it is one tenth, no, even if it is only one percent, he will not be able to lead the army out of Wushuang City...
Touching his face, Dugu Ming felt extremely depressed. He had some bad luck in the past few days. He either had a bruised nose or a swollen face, or was on the way to a bruised nose and face.
As for the fear, I can only say that the Sword Master is too old. Looking at the pretty face when the incarnation of kindness is silent and silent, it can be imagined that the Sword Master is far behind in terms of endurance.
This is Dugu Ming's view. Young people are short-sighted, have average martial arts attainments, and don't understand what a sword is.
The sword master didn't think so. Facing the bloody murderous intention, excitement and ecstasy appeared on his old face, and his expression gradually turned ferocious.
Although I don't know what the incarnation of good thoughts means, whether it is an enemy or a friend, but when I can fight with such a master of swordsmanship, everything seems insignificant.
"I learned swordplay when I was five years old. I was taught by a famous teacher when I was seven years old. I became famous with my sword at nine years old. I suddenly realized the way of swordsmanship when I was thirteen years old..."
The sword master said slowly: "I retired to the world and could not come out with my sword. I didn't know that the world had a swordsman like you. It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I underestimated this world where there are so many talented people."
The incarnation of good thoughts nodded in response. The Sword of Victory over Evil was placed in front of him, and wisps of red light came out and went straight towards the sword master.
The sky is dotted with red lights like fireflies. Although it is extremely beautiful, there is an infinite murderous intention among the stars. It can be said to be swordsmanship or formation.
"generally."
The sword master shook his head slightly, too lazy to do more warm-up exercises. He split the red light in front of him with his vertical sword. With a startling glance, he flew to the front of the incarnation of good thoughts. He raised his hand and used his unparalleled sword to attract endless sharp sword light, and struck with the force of thunder.
Down.
Holy Spirit Sword Technique·Sword Twenty-one.
Although the sword master is old and his body is riddled with holes, and he has one foot in the coffin, he can still draw his sword extremely quickly and with extraordinary sharpness.
In the whole world, there is no one who can take this sword...
Wuming took it and cracked it.
Rumble————
Dugu Ming, who was watching the battle from a distance, narrowed his eyes and saw only a dazzling blue light blooming into the sky, a beam of light rushing high into the sky, and the killing cold sword intent lingering for a long time.
Looking back again, the thatched cottage beside the lake disappeared.
In the field, the sword master's horizontal sword was pressed against the neck of the incarnation of good thoughts. Even though the sword was unparalleled and sharp, it was blocked by the body of flesh and blood and could not move forward at all.
"How can it be?!"
"How can it be……"
The sword master holding the unparalleled sword was dumbfounded. He thought he had made a mistake. The swordsmanship of the incarnation of kind thoughts was nothing more than that, and he could not even dodge the twenty-one sword.
I never thought that it wasn't that I couldn't dodge, but that there was no need to dodge.
"No, how can a body of flesh and blood block the sharpness of an unparalleled sword... Who exactly are you?"
Facing the Sword Master's question, the incarnation of the good thoughts smiled slightly, pointed it into a sword, pushed away the unparalleled sharpness on his neck, his eyes suddenly burst into red light, dragged the Sword Master's soul, and started the second battle with him in the spiritual space.
war.
It is said to be a battle, but it is actually a test of the sword with one's own body, allowing the sword master to go all out to perform the Holy Spirit Sword Technique without the encumbrance of the body, while he himself continues to understand the basics of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and copies all the ideas in the sword technique.
.
Whether he can learn it or not is not his business, that is a question that the ontology should consider.
In the battle of divine friendship, the sword master lost the confinement of the physical body and reality, and the Holy Spirit's swordsmanship shined brilliantly. The sword energy was endless, and every ray had the power to open the sky.
Within the infinite sword light, the two figures fought faster and faster, the red and blue colors intertwined and collided. In the end, the fight directly turned into Holy Spirit Sword Technique VS Holy Spirit Sword Technique.
The light curtain has also changed from the original blue dominant color to a two-color rivalry. The huge sword energy light pillar explodes and cracks, turning into layers of turbulent waves. As it spreads, it erodes the surrounding area.
The sound of the sword continued for a long time. After an unknown period of time, the sword power suddenly stopped, and only the sword wind was still howling.
The sword master used all the Holy Spirit Sword Techniques, from Sword 1 to Sword 22, using all his strength without any reservation. With his mind focused on the sword's power, he swung the last sword move.
Holy Spirit Sword Technique·Sword Twenty-Three.
Sword Twenty-Three is said to have perfect swordsmanship, and it is also the sword of hell. As soon as the sword moves out, the color of the world suddenly changes.
All the cloud energy dispersed, and everything within sight was filled with endless sword energy.
Time and space stand still, death comes, and all living things are killed at the drop of a hat!
However, just when the sword master was determined to win, forgetting the defeat to Wuming, he drew his sword and stabbed the benevolent incarnation between his eyebrows, firmly believing that he could kill even the gods and demons in front of him with his sword, the benevolent incarnate raised his head suddenly.
Mei, with her powerful body, shattered the surrounding space, stepped aside, and dodged the cold light of the sword.
Juggernaut: "..."
This person is not in heaven and earth, how can we defeat him?
Avoiding the world-destroying Sword Twenty-Three, the embodiment of kindness grinned, holding the long sword in his hand and waving a red beam of light.
A sword flew across the air, and the Sword Saint Yuanshen cut it off at the waist, turning into dots of blue starlight and scattering.
In the spiritual space, the Juggernaut's soul collapsed. In the real world, his old body slowly fell down, his turbid eyes looked to the sky, and the horse racing of life began.
"You are not a ruthless person, but you use a ruthless sword. This move of Sword Twenty-Three can go further, but because it is forced, it is a bit meaningless after all."
The incarnation of good thoughts sheathed his sword, gritted his teeth and spoke, making a sound like the clanging of gold and iron. As his words fell, the sword mark between the sword master's eyebrows burst into blood, his eyes stained with blood, and he closed his eyes in a daze.
"Uncle!!!"
A hundred meters away, Dugu Ming opened his Dragon Subduing God's legs and rushed towards him like a ghost.
Bang!
The incarnation of good thoughts raised his hand to fight back the embarrassed Dugu Ming, carried the body of the Sword Master on his shoulders, and picked up the Wushuang Sword.
Take one step forward and disappear above the lake.
“Ahhhh————”
On the spot, Dugu Ming burst into tears on the spot. When he saw that his loyal family general was missing, he was so angry that he closed his eyes and yanked away.
After a while, the majestic monk walked out of the grass, patted his cramped calf, and looked towards the lake with lingering fear.
Shi Wu Zun.
"I don't know who this expert is, but at such a young age, the Sword Master was defeated by hatred. If he dies, I'm afraid no one will be able to check and balance the world..."
Shi Wuzun was stunned in the middle of his words. He clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name silently: "How does the world have anything to do with a poor monk? The Buddha saves a destined person, young city lord. You enjoy the wealth and honor of the world, but you also experience the dangers of the human heart, the ups and downs of life, and you are destined to be a Buddhist.
, why not forget the disputes in the martial arts world and just follow the poor monk and always accompany the green lantern!"
…
On the top of the cliff, the sound of the roaring waves shattered the chirping of birds and insects. Under a crooked tree, a naked young man woke up leisurely.
"What's going on...where is this?"
The young man opened his eyes in confusion, raised his hands to block the dazzling sunlight, looked at his tender hands, and muttered to himself: "It's strange...who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?"
Suddenly, he saw a sword lying across the grass. As if he were seeing a relative, he raised his hand and picked it up in his palm.
Wushuang took out his sheath, and the young man's eyebrows suddenly became sharp.
"The ruthless sword, the sentimental sword..."
The young man looked at the sea: "So it turns out that Sword Twenty-Three does have the possibility of going further. Hope it's not too late."