Kakka~~

The cracks and gaps that were blasted open for the void began to heal under the power of the instinct of heaven and earth.

All the masters in Wushuang City looked at the faint green light that burst out from the sky.

That is the soul of the sword saint.

Explodes in the sky.

The sky and the earth were filled with an extremely unwilling thought, and then it was unwilling to disappear.

The ending cannot be changed.

The soul has been destroyed, and the body of the sword saint who exists in the sword forest has accelerated the decay hundreds of times at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Huhu~~

In the air flow, in just one or two breaths, the Sword Saint turned into white hair, his body withered like a tree bark, and his whole body shrank and fell into the sword forest.

This fall also symbolizes the invincible myth of Invincible City, and it completely fell under the iron fist of the supreme today.

"The Wushuang City is over."

Dugu Yifang, Dugu Ming and all the masters around him collapsed into a mud.

Not only at this moment, all the masters in Wushuang City were shocked by the process and results of this battle.

The Xiongba on the distant mountain is also miserable and desperate.

"Is it my turn to be in the world next?"

Three months ago, he had ambitiously believed that he was the Lord of Destiny, but at this time he was shattered by everything he saw now.

The last sword of the Sword Saint combines life and what he has learned throughout his life.

Sword 23.

It is the ultimate martial arts masterpiece in the world. It solidifies the void. How despicable, but it is still broken by those fists.

At the last moment of life, the Sword Saint who entered the "myth" level with one move, "Sword 23", died at the hands of that man.

What's more, he is a domineer who only has the highest peak.

But Xiongba looked at Chen Xixiang standing in the void with his hands behind his back, and was shocked and confused:

"Well? Isn't the Wushuang City Sword Saint dead? What are he waiting for?"

at the same time.

A place in some place in China.

Zhonghua Pavilion.

The sword saint's soul of Wushuang City dissipated into the inspiration between heaven and earth, penetrated the layers of voids, and came directly to the heart of a man in the blue shirt holding an erhu in the pavilion.

This person is the myth of the Central Plains martial arts world - Wuming.

Feel the sword soul of the Central Plains Sword Saint dissipated on the earth.

The unnamed erhu sound is even more bleak and sad.

"well……"

As early as a few months ago, when the three major sects in the Qishengya Capital were destroyed, he had already realized that there was a major change in the martial arts world in the martial arts world.

But when he was young, he also used swords to pick up the major martial arts sects and massacred many martial arts elites, which caused a long period of turmoil and felt ashamed of the martial arts world.

So unless it is a chaos in the martial arts world, he usually will not choose to come out.

What's more, this person himself is the supreme emperor in the world. He used his emperor to conquer the unjust officials in China, which is legitimate.

He had no reason to stop him.

"I just hope that this supreme will not attack the innocent people of Wushuang City."

Chen Xixiang conquered the inner world of China with the emperor's honor, and there was no problem.

But if you attack ordinary people, Wuming will never sit idly by.

only.

In the sob and sad erhu tone.

Wuming pressed the two Hu Xian's fingers and stopped slightly, raised his eyes slightly, as if he had sensed something again:

"Wait, although the Sword Saint is dead, this breath is..."

He suddenly grew tall and looked solemn:

"Sword Realm!"

When he moved, he immediately caused the void around the Zhonghua Pavilion to tremble, and wisps of air flowed like a sword.

Three other places in the Zhonghua Pavilion.

"The master's momentum fluctuates?"

There are three nameless servants in the Zhonghua Pavilion, named Dragon King, Fengwu, and Ghost Tiger.

The three of them were immediately shocked by this momentum, and their minds were uneasy. They rushed over and looked at Wuming in the yard with his hands behind his back to the sky.

The first person to speak was a gorgeous woman with a shocking voice:

"Master, what happened?"

Come with three servants.

Next to Wuming, there was a handsome young man with a sword in his face, looking at the sky with confusion:

"Master, you said the sword world? What is that."

Wuming looked in the direction of Wushuang City, with his back facing three servants, frowned, and his tone fluctuated a lot:

"That is a sword realm higher than the Heavenly Sword I'm a master."

"What, there are actually people in the world who are higher than Master's swordsmanship?"

The young man and the three servants were all shocked.

Wuming held his hands behind his back, his tone was calm and there was no fluctuation:

"The sword world is not a person, but a place. It hangs in the sky of the sky of the country. It is a world composed of the sword thoughts of the swordsmen in the world. After all swordsmen in the world die, their sword thoughts will enter the sword world.

If the sword thought is correct, it will turn into a sword mountain to nourish the great aura. If the sword thought is wrong, it will enter the sword pool..."

"This is the secret of heaven and earth recorded in the Sword Sect where my master is located, but even if I am a master, I have never had the chance to open the sword world, but I don't want to..."

He frowned and looked at Wushuang City.

This supreme seems to have this idea and thought.

The Sword Saint was obviously dead, but the sword thoughts on his body seemed to be suppressed by someone in Wushuang City.

Don't let it ascend to the sword world.

It seems that I want to use the sword thoughts of the sword saint after death as bait to attract the sword world.

"No, the secrets in the sword world are too big. Among them, there are not only the righteous sword mountain left by various swordsmen of all generations, but also the evil swords formed by various evil sword thoughts. If you open them without preparation, it will be invaluable to Shenzhou."

Wuming said this and could no longer sit still.

"You are stationed in Zhonghua Pavilion and your army wants to go to Wushuang City."

Saying the words.

Under the shocked gaze of Jian Chen and the three servants, a generation of martial arts myths in the courtyard had already stepped into the void.

Huh ~

A sword emerged from his foot and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

...

"This is the sword heart hell that comes from Sword Twenty-Three..."

Chen Xixiang's eyes looked like water flowing into the void in front of her.

"No wonder it can solidify the void. It turns out that it is radiating its own swordsman's realm into the void, making others seem to be still in the void, but in the swordsman's realm..."

Dugu Yifang and his son and all the masters in the sword forest looked at Chen Xixiang in horror after killing the Sword Saint with one punch, wondering why this man hadn't come down to destroy their Wushuang City.

He continued to stay in the void.

The five fingers maintain a forward position of clenching the fist and pressing it in the void.

"What are you doing?"

Everyone's hearts are full of mist.

Huh!

Nie Feng, who was in Wushuang City, was coming to the City Lord's Mansion frantically because his bright moon was still on the City Lord's Mansion. He looked up at this time.

"He seemed to be suppressing something in his hands..."
To be continued...