In Wushuang City.

The earth trembled and the mountains shook.

Outside Wushuang City.

The Sword Master is tragic.

Looking up at the dark clouds in the sky, blocking the light of the moon, Dugu Fang thought about how his sword brother had been coming in and out during this period, being played by an enemy who had not shown up yet, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Fortunately, he was very ambitious before and wanted to dominate the Central Plains and dominate the martial arts. But now in the face of the cruel facts, his requirements have been continuously lowered. Now it is enough to protect the legacy left by his ancestors.

Just ten days!

It’s so difficult!

However, Dugu Yifang did not realize that the look on the Sword Master's eyebrows was not filled with grief and anger, but excitement and excitement.

Calculating the frequency of "a quarter of an hour to leave seclusion and two full days of seclusion", after seven war invitations, the sword master would not be able to leave that wooden house in less than ten days.

But every time the Sword Master's Holy Spirit Sword Technique is broken, the speed of his comprehension improvement becomes faster and faster.

To this day, Qilin can no longer maintain his mystery and is forced out. Then the Sword Master demands that all the remaining battle cards be handed over.

The first post of war, "I am seventeen", is to state one's identity;

The second battle post, "Next year's 18th", stimulates emotions;

Moving on to the third battle post, "Nineteenth of the year after next" is the original period of the decisive battle;

After these three battle invitations, the invincible record of the best swordsman in the world has been completely broken.

Such a ridiculous process, if it were replaced by another warrior, he would probably collapse completely, but the sword master was actually happy.

He was no longer lonely and saw the direction that kendo was pursuing.

Ruthless and affectionate, there is no destruction or establishment. It doesn't matter whether we win or lose. It should be clear!

The sword master has never drank alcohol in his life, simply because he feels that alcohol is a taboo for sword practitioners. Even if he has profound skills, he can already refine foreign substances, and his rigid and cold temper makes him refuse this drink.

But after the seven emotions and six desires were released, the Sword Master asked Dugu Fang to get a pot of old wine and drink it.

Then the fourth battle post read: "Relieved."

The sword master thought deeply and returned to the house to continue his retreat.

He no longer sat down and pursued a straight waist, vowing not to return it until he broke the sky. Instead, he stretched out at will, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes, with the unparalleled sword across his knees, and the whole person seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping.

This evening after a day and a night, the sword master opened his eyes and walked out, facing the bamboo forest and said: "Hand over the remaining battle cards. No one can define my path!"

Qilin jumped lightly and appeared in front of the wooden house, recognition showing in his eyes.

As a freshman in kindergarten who has also begun to understand the exercises, strive to improve himself, study hard, and make progress every day, he has seen with his own eyes how the sword master continues to improve himself and becomes more courageous with every setback.

Good boy, well done.

The sword master gave it a very human look, looking at it inexplicably, and saw Qilin pull out three war letters from between his teeth.

Juggernaut: "..."

Although it has long been discovered that Qilin has no place to hide anything on his body, people in the world are informal and always subconsciously ignore it. Now that he sees it in plain sight, he can't bear it.

Since you are so spiritual, can't you turn your back?

Qilin didn't know what it meant to cover one's ears and steal a bell, so he waved it in the wind, dried it quickly, pinched it with his claws, and handed it to the sword master.

Good boy, get your homework.

The sword master took a deep breath and opened the battle post.

The fifth letter is "I have forgotten both things".

The sixth letter is "The Perfection of the Holy Spirit".

Progress has already been planned.

However, the Sword Master's potential exceeded expectations, and the entry time predicted by the battle post was deviated.

In less than ten days, the sword master had completed half a month's journey.

Worthy of being number one in the world.

But he hasn't reached the extreme yet.

Because the seventh seal cannot be opened by Sword Master.

This battle post contains the sword sect’s strongest secret skill, Wan Jian Gui Sect, plus the sword energy imprinted by Huang Shang with thirty successes. When the sword master opened it, his hands trembled slightly, as if there were thousands of swords on it.

The sword shrinks and suppresses it.

"good!"

The sword master's eyes lit up like a pair of three-kilowatt light bulbs, and his fighting spirit was fully aroused.

Qianqiong had rarely rested these days, and had just had a good sleep when he suddenly felt a sharper object stabbing his back...

He is the sword master who is as good as his sword!

Only when you relax can you usher in a stronger explosion. This time the sword master turned into an unparalleled sword that reaches the sky and the earth. He pressed his hands on the battle post and burst out with the ultimate sword intention.

If I don’t get out of seclusion, I’d rather die!

It’s not the grief and indignation that Dugu Fang imagined, it’s exactly the ultimatum given to himself!

Sooner or later, Juggernaut and Zhan Tie each inspired their strongest power and collided with each other.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

When thousands of swords surged wildly and clashed against each other, sparks actually appeared from the friction between the sword master's hands.

It was not only the collision of sword energy, but also the aura of martial arts created by the friction between two peerless swordsmen.

For a moment, even Huang Shang, who was chasing Xiao Jingtian with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, couldn't help but look here.

Has the sword master's swordsmanship truly reached perfection and reached the upper limit of what humans can achieve?

The speed was much faster than he expected!

"Chance!"

Huang Shang looked at the turtle's son's back, and saw the clear shadow of the black turtle.

Originally, he didn't expect to win Xiao Jingtian. After all, the opponent was too powerful. Even if he had flaws, he could still deal with them. One person's strength was not enough to suppress him.

But one person can’t do it alone. What if we all work together?

Try it!

In view of this, Huang Shang immediately changed his tactics and slashed out with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

The Qinglong Yanyue Sword weighs eighty-two kilograms in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but one kilogram in the Han Dynasty is equivalent to two hundred and fifty grams in later generations. After conversion, the sword actually weighs more than twenty kilograms, which is considered a bearable weight, and in this world

There is a saying about the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

It's not too heavy, it's too clear.

The material it uses is an almost weightless extraterrestrial metal. After it is successfully forged, the entire weapon will be lighter than a piece of paper, yet extremely sharp. Only in this way can it cut through the void and be incomparable to the love of a beautiful city.

Fit.

However, relying on the power of the magic weapon is by no means fundamental. Huang Shang's current strength is still not enough to master this move. If he wants to defeat the ridiculous and shocking Xuangui talent, he cannot do it.

But it can be delayed.

The style changed, and cracks in the space were slashed out, forcing Xiao Jingtian to dodge constantly. The two of them jumped around in the inheritance place, but they couldn't get out.

Huang Shang believed that the Sword Master could come.

Indeed, at this time in the bamboo forest outside the city, fine blood was already dripping from the sword master's fingers, spreading along the wrist and towards the forearm.

But this pain of injury not only failed to defeat him, but instead made the shadow of the unparalleled sword continue to solidify, becoming even sharper and sharper.

"I see, you want me to fight at my strongest?"

The sword master understood.

The seven war letters were like seven hammers, clanking, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, sparks shooting out, sharpening the edge, allowing him to reach his strongest state.

It’s hard to find an opponent!

bring it on!

Fight me in your strongest state!

"Satisfy you!"

The sword master roared, and the battle post was shattered inch by inch. Tens of thousands of sword energy burst out completely, but guarded under this unparalleled holy sword, forming a driving force that shot up into the sky, holding the sword master's body up, towards

Wushuang City goes straight.

Seen from below, it is an unparalleled sword that no one can control. It is like the water of the Milky Way falling straight into the sky and washing over it. Along the way, even the dark clouds in the sky are stirred up by the sword's will, tearing a long gap.

The light of the stars fell down and fell on Dugu Fang's face. He was so energetic that he turned around and headed into the city.

"Is this the Central Plains?"
To be continued...