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The mountains and fields are gone, the recruitment is low, and the remnant sun is fading. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

In the wilderness, there is no one around, only a lonely grave, and it seems that there are still people who come to carry the tomb for a year and a half to worship, so as not to be drowned by weeds. The tombstone was suddenly engraved with the six words "the tomb of his beloved wife Jieyu", and the strokes twisted and turned, if intermittent and lingering, faintly revealing the inexplicable grief of the letterer's well.

On a barren stone not far from the tombstone, there was an old man sitting in the middle of his life, with his back to the remnant sun, his head lowered, sitting silently for a long time, only the dark shadow under him grew with the sunset. The whole person gives people a feeling that is more dead and cold than a tombstone, and if you don't identify it carefully, you can hardly see that he is a living person.

The old man was tall, with a square face, a penny nose, and a prismatic red mark sharp as the tip of a sword in the center of his eyebrows, like the eyes of Erlang God, and it could be seen that he must have been a beautiful man with a lofty spirit when he was young. However, at this moment, all he had left was unbearable aging and desolation, skinny, depleted, and his face was white but long eyebrows and beard were messily mixed, and he hadn't been combed and cleaned for many days. It seems that an old man who knows that his time is short and that he is about to enter the ground is quietly waiting for him to finish the last journey of his life in an extremely tired attitude.

Accompanying him, in addition to the desolate grave and remnant sun, there is only boundless loneliness and desolation......

Suddenly, an unexpected sound interrupted the dead silence of the wasteland.

At first, the voice was like a muffled thunder outside the sky, low and loud. But in the blink of an eye, it was getting closer and closer, more and more intense, rumbling endlessly. 1. Wash like countless war horses galloping and jumping, as if thousands of troops and horses are charging into battle.

You shouldn't say "1 wash as"!you should say "really?!"

For a while, I saw countless iron horsemen, with a heroic and domineering posture of ghosts and gods, rushing straight towards the old man's place. A desolate and majestic majestic aura rushed to the face in the blink of an eye, swept the battlefield, filled the heaven and earth, as if to crush the mountain, the old man, and the remnant sun!

The old man was still sitting, not moving, except for a long, straight pitch-black figure in front of him, pointing straight ahead.

With a loud voice, the dozens of iron horsemen who rushed in front of him were chopped to pieces in an instant: they howled miserably, and then with a sound of "Peng", dozens of people and horses were smeared with blood on the spot along the dark shadow of the old man in the sunset, extending a huge blood sword about ten zhang long!

Although he can't sit cross-legged and has no long things, the shadow of the old man is as sharp as a sword!

In the next moment, all the iron horses, corpses, and blood all turned into nothingness, and it turned out that these were just a competition of momentum stored in the mind.

Although it was only a competition of momentum, if there was really a team of iron horsemen charging towards the old man, they would only be greeted by the same miserable end.

And the old man finally moved, only to see him slowly raise his head and look into the distance.

Dozens of feet ahead, there was a large tree with lush foliage, blocking his vision.

At a glance, the sword intent in the two eyes was awe-inspiring, and they stabbed straight into the distance. The countless birds and insects in the big tree sensitively felt the killing intent of the forest that filled the heaven and earth, and fled in panic and made countless bird chirpings and insect calls, which were very poignant, and the insects and ants flew to the ground, and the birds turned into countless black spots, flying out from the deep and wide green canopy, and scattered as far away from this place as possible.

Immediately after that, the green leaves flew away, and I don't know how many leaves fell, and Lu came out of two hollows. Through the hollow, the old man saw a young man walking towards him from behind a tree.

Seeing that the old man on the other side was a little lifeless, his eyes seemed to move a little, and then he calmed down and was not alarmed, but said indifferently: "I didn't expect that there is another master in the martial arts." ”

I don't know when, the title of "master" has been abused now, and a warrior who breaks through the roll call can be called a "master".

But in the mind of this old man, even Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng, who are amazing and brilliant among the younger generation, are just the likes of Tuji and Tile Dogs, and those who can be called "masters" by him are enough to cause a sensation in martial arts.

"The power of the Sword Saint really deserves its name!" Wang Zongchao stepped forward and walked straight towards the old man from the rain and fallen leaves, the fallen leaves seemed to be fluttering, but there was a constant sound of "snorting" sharp blades breaking through the air, and it was actually because of the peerless sword intent of the old man and had the lethality of a sword. If an ordinary master is under such a falling leaf, he is afraid that he will be killed in the blink of an eye.

It's just such a fallen leaf, of course, there is no threat to Wang Zongchao. However, Wang Zongchao knew that his previous momentum was inferior to him, although his momentum was thousands of times greater than that of the other party, but his quenching and purity were quite inferior, and he was pierced and dissected from it.

Of course, Wang Zongchao didn't go to the end, the super-large range of momentum and coercion that almost enveloped the entire wilderness before, the key was just to let him find where the other party was. And the purpose of his trip is not just to fight for momentum.

Although Shi Wuzun and others pointed out the approximate whereabouts of the Sword Saint, it took him most of the day to find the other party's location when the sun was about to set.

"Juggernaut, I'm no longer a Juggernaut. Listening to Wang Zongchao's praise, the old man shook his head, and there was an indescribable silence in his words, "A defeated swordsman can no longer be called a sword saint Now in front of you, just an old man who loves swords on the verge of death!"

Wang Zongchao also sighed secretly when he heard this, he knew that the peerless sword saint in front of him learned swords at the age of five, was already blue at the age of seven, and became famous with a sword at the age of nine. At the age of thirteen, he had already realized a higher realm of swordsmanship, and since then he has created the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, and his skills have become more and more perfect: if he doesn't like it, no one can get close to three feet in front of him, and from that time on, he has never been defeated in the sword world!

At the age of twenty-seven, he was already at the pinnacle of martial arts at that time, and was respected by everyone, but he was not satisfied. He thinks that somewhere in this world, there must be a peerless swordsman on a par with him, as long as he fights with this peerless master, he will definitely be able to improve his already transcendent sword skills again!

Finally, at the age of forty-six, he met his fateful opponent Nakai, a young swordsman who rose like a comet. After a fight, he was defeated by the nameless inexplicable swordsmanship, and since then he has retired to the rivers and lakes, indifferent to the world.

As a martial artist, Wang Zongchao can understand the mood of the Sword Saint very well.

When you are invincible in the world, opponents are hard to find, everyone targets you, but you lose your goal, how lonely and dazed is that?

However, when you are finally defeated by others and swallow the bitter gall of failure, but you can never turn over, and you are still in your heart, how painful and unangry is it? For a warrior, a long victory is sad, and defeat is also bitter.

And those who can really look at the honor and disgrace of victory and defeat are already masters, not pure warriors, because they no longer have a heart to win.

After the sword master came out of the rivers and lakes again, he used the unequaled sword as the battle book, and promised the hero to fight the world in seven days.

But Xiongba is actually not the most fundamental goal of the Sword Master, the person he really wants to fight is the only one who has defeated him, and now he has retired to the nameless world. The deserted grave where he was now waiting was the tomb of his nameless wife.

At this time, although the Sword Saint's words were silent, he turned into Ji Ang in the blink of an eye.

"What is the worry of death? What is the fear of death? As a swordsman, I am the most unwilling to die! I want to shine in the rest of the day. If you want to fight, do it. I have been alone all my life, and I have never avoided war!"

With that, the Sword Saint stood up, his spirit soaring, and his decadent aura disappeared. An awe-inspiring sword aura then rose to the sky, raging in the wilderness, between the mountains and forests, even the distant mountain tops were invaded by this fierce sword aura, and the green trees began to fall leaves and fall into piles for no reason.

The clouds in the air also broke through a thin slit, and a bright light broke through the clouds and shone on the sword master's body, as if an invisible giant sword was standing vertically in the air, crossing the heavens and the earth.

Although the body is old and about to decay, the sharp spirit of the Sword Saint is still the same as it was back then. He didn't pay attention to Wang Zongchao's origin, but straightforwardly surfaced his attitude: If you want to fight, I will fight.

, "Good Sword Master, please!"

The Juggernaut also doesn't pay attention to who strikes first. He didn't have a sword in his hand, but he used the two fingers of his right hand to refer to the sword into a sword trick, and the sword pointed forward, stabbing straight in front of Wang Zongchao.

This sword is extremely simple. There are no tricks, no momentum. Not even a hint of trembling. In the process of spikeing at high speed, the flat to the pole pierced.

Just bend your elbows. Just flat wrists. Just stabbed out. It's just the simplest and most formal sword in this world.

Because it's simple, because it's direct, it's focused, it's powerful.

This is the first sword of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, "Sword One".

Although it was only the first sword, in the entire martial arts, there were only a handful of martial artists who could take this move, and the vast majority of them were killed by the sword without any reaction at all.

In the face of this sword, Wang Zongchao took a step forward, moving like a mountain, and his hand was also stabbing forward, unstoppable.

It was as if two world-wide divine soldiers were fighting, and there was a loud and piercing sound for a while. Within ten feet of the surrounding stones, inch by inch cracked. Lu out of the shrunken loess below. Even the loess can't withstand this violent breath, and countless particles roll and twist, collapsing into ashes!

"What a tragic and dangerous gun move!" The Sword Saint praised, he naturally knew very well that although the other party also stabbed forward with his fingers, he was referring to the gun rather than the sword.

The mouth is praised, but the subordinates are non-stop. The two sides rushed with each other's strength, and before each other's power could be fully exerted, the sword qi emitted by the Sword Saint suddenly turned into two, parted ways, and stabbed left and right towards Wang Zongchao.

The sword saint swordsmanship is like flowing water" and "Sword One" has not been exhausted, it has been randomized into, "Sword One"

One one.

Wang Zongchao's body turned sharply, and the surrounding scenery was distorted and deformed under an invisible force, and the two sword qi also deflected and detoured, and they had to cancel each other.

Suddenly, a ten-fold stronger incomparable sword aura was already close in front of him, and the Sword Saint's whole person was like a huge peerless sword, and two fingers rushed out, stabbing at Wang Zongchao!

With a stroke of his fingers, the sword intent was great, cutting off the vitality around his body, and enveloping the entire mountain top in an atmosphere of despair and killing.

This is, "Sword Three"!

Juggernaut himself is the third ruthless sword!

The surroundings were filled with countless air currents, and it was desolate and solemn. The long grass around the top of the mountain fell like a sword, stabbing at the two people in the middle, as if worshipping the monarch of the world. Suddenly, the green grass was attracted by the sword qi again, and flew up from the ground, staggered and overlapped with each other, converging into three sword-like sword shapes, stabbing at Wang Zongchao from three different directions, like a bamboo! Just in time for the Sword Saint to besiege Wang Zongchao from the four directions of the southeast, northwest, and north.

, "Sword Three" has not been exhausted, "Sword Four" has been born, this Holy Spirit swordsmanship, the sword intent is endless, changing again and again, getting stronger and stronger, like a boundless falling wood Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling. It is really worthy of the first-class swordsmanship of transcendent sanctification.

But Wang Zongchao ignored the grass sword stabbed from other directions, and only stood still facing the sword saint, raising his palms like a monk together. The palms were half a foot apart, facing each other, just sandwiching the sword fingers stabbed by the Sword Master.

The hands of the two sides did not make substantial contact, but the sword saint's fierce sword fingers finally stopped, and not only that, but even the three grass swords around them were frozen in the air, unable to move forward for another half a point. A majestic and boundless essence aura like a mountain of mesu, but also cold and piercing essence was spreading outward with Wang Zongchao as the core, solidifying the opponent's grass sword, and even solidifying the air, interrupting the surging sword moves of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, leaving all of them in a state of static.

Is it the palm of God, "the Dharma is boundless"?

Shi Wuzun's Divine Palm does have such a move to trap the enemy and control the enemy. For Wang Zongchao, "Please God**" can simulate the opponent's momentum, "Xiao Wuxianggong" can imitate the opponent's moves, "Immortal Seal Method" and "Qiankun Great Shift" can experience the opponent's strength, "Nine Yin Yimai Method" can explore the opponent's internal air flow direction, coupled with the subtle observation of the sun and moon pupil, it is not impossible to learn the opponent's martial arts in battle, especially when the opponent's level is far inferior to him.

However, this move is far more than that, "Buddhism is boundless" is as simple as that, in addition to the skill gap that cannot be reasoned, it seems to contain a more mysterious and magical power, which suddenly restrains the sword saint's people and sword moves. For a while, it seemed that there was really a god and Buddha who stretched out a pair of giant palms, and caged a qiē within a radius of several zhang in the palm of his hand, whether it was time and space, he was at his disposal.

The sword cover stopped, and the man also stopped, not only did the sword master not make any movement, he didn't even breathe, even the gray hair no longer flew, and his clothes didn't move in the slightest, all of them froze in the air.

However, the sword intent of the Sword Master did not stop. In the face of such an unbelievable move, the Sword Master's eyes were extremely bright at this time, but his face was extremely pale, which was completely unreasonably white. It seems that the blood in his body has been burned out, and then transformed into a sword aura that pierces the heavens and the earth, and the murderous aura that destroys the heavens and the Jedi, and is sprinkled and released outward.

At this time, every movement of the outside world had stopped, and there was no fluctuation of breathing, but the Sword Saint's real counterattack was not outside the body, but in Wang Zongchao's body, and the powerful indifferent blood-devouring sword intent was surging like a river into Wang Zongchao's body, making his internal organs shake at the same time at this moment. Even Wang Zongchao's own internal force became extremely sharp because of this sword intent, and began to stab and drill in the meridians and veins of Wang Zongchao's body......

For a time, the two have entered the most direct and dangerous competition of internal force and will.

After holding on for a while, Wang Zongchao suddenly took the initiative to let go of his hands, and the long-suppressed power finally broke out, the grass and trees within ten zhang became powder, and outside ten zhang, the bark of all trees was cut by his invisible sword qi, and the "body without skin" tree chips flew all over the sky, which was a spectacle for a while!

The two did not move again, but stood relatively quietly.

After a few moments, there was a loud bang on the flat ground around them, and no sand and gravel were shaken. A large area of land around it actually sank as much as three feet, as if the gods had fallen on the hammer!

In the previous competition, the sword qi true yuan that the two of them had squeezed to the extreme seeped into the ground, and they actually changed the shape of the earth.

However, there was one nearby ground that remained the same, that is, the lonely grave where the nameless wife was buried, and now this lonely tomb was three feet higher than the surrounding ground.

A stranger in a cloak had stood in front of the tomb at some point, with a peaceful breath on his body, and unconsciously lined up the power spread by the two of them to the left and right, so as to protect the lonely tomb from destruction, lest the dead have no peace underground.

Wang Zongchao and the Sword Master have also stopped fighting. Both of them are warriors with a blazing fighting spirit, and there was no reason for a truce before the victory or defeat was completely separated, but it just so happened that they both had their own reasons for a truce.

, "Reckless" Wang Zongchao glanced at the lonely grave not far away, he knew that the stranger who appeared was actually a nameless friend of Tianjian, a high-ranking monk. If he hadn't protected the tomb with the mysterious martial arts of "Karma Transformation", the "Immortal Seal Method" and the "Great Shift of the Universe", he would inevitably have a grudge against Yajian for destroying the tomb of his nameless wife, at least he would have left a very bad impression on people first.

However, the main reason why he stopped before was the condition of the Sword Master. In the brief competition between internal force and will, he could already sense that the other party's meridians had begun to shrink. As a master of the inner family, this is the extreme exhaustion of life vitality, and this situation will only occur in the short future.

The Sword Saint was already an innate master, and Wang Zongchao estimated that his skill in his heyday was estimated to be slightly better than Gao Xiang when he was practicing the Six Heavens of Ice and Fire, but now he had declined to Cheng Dù of the Five Heavens of Ice and Fire. However, because his sword intent is stronger than Musashi's sword intent, his moves are much better.

Qi and art are closely combined, and he is still an incomparably terrifying peerless master. Gao Xiang and Musashi must be condescended to their level.

In terms of "qi" alone, if the internal force of the Sword Saint is a big lake, Wang Zongchao's internal force is as vast as the sea, but the Sword Saint has a way to make the big lake evaporate and study, and turn into an overwhelming sea of clouds, so that he can compete with Wang Zongchao for a while, but after a little longer, he will definitely be defeated! Wang Zongchao doesn't even have to use it, "Seven Injuries Fist", "Sodium Light Bo Movement Fist", "Five Thunder Transformation" These lore kills, as long as he spends a moment with the Sword Saint, this old man will die of exhaustion.

As a martial artist, Wang Zongchao has never been afraid to attack others with his own strengths, but if the other party has little time, he is unwilling to take this advantage. Otherwise, don't do it at all, hide and wait for the other party to die.

At this time, the Sword Saint stood dumbfounded, his eyebrows locked, as if he was thinking about the mysterious principle of Wang Zongchao's move to block him and the sword, but unfortunately there was no solution for a long time. But he was arrogant, and he would not deign to ask Wang Zongchao.

At this time, he had already taken off his cloak, showed his true face, and stepped forward to salute the two. I saw that he was about forty years old, with a steady and peaceful bearing, and a pair of eyes gave people the feeling of wisdom beads in their hands, and they also had the meaning of compassion for the common people. With his arrival, the fighting intent between Wang Zongchao and the Sword Saint seemed to have been diluted a lot.

Seeing that the salute was not worthwhile, Wang Zongchao also returned the salute. It is true that he can naturally recognize the long-famous Sword Saint, but he is suspicious of Wang Zongchao, who can compete with the Sword Saint.

The Sword Master didn't return the courtesy, but couldn't wait to ask the Truthful: "Your Excellency is the Nameless Confidant and the Worthless Master?"

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