Not to mention the surprise of the many martial arts people present, the battle in the field has reached its peak.

After the condensation of the three points of the Xiongba, the internal force is endless, endless, as if it is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

Originally, the three martial arts that were mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining were perfectly fused together by him, resulting in this extremely amazing divine effect.

Xiongba actually shook the peerless sword in the sword saint's hand with his fingers, and the eardrums of the people who shook with the huge gold and iron exchange sound were torn.

There are even sparks splattering out, which is one of the famous masteries of Xiongba.

The Sword Master was calm, although his face was that of an old man, the moves in his hands were fierce and domineering, and they were even more terrifying than those of young people.

His face grew colder and colder, more and more ruthless.

The Holy Spirit Sword Technique had already been used to the twenty-second sword in Tang Xuanming's induction, and the momentum of his body had also brewed to the peak.

Tang Xuan couldn't help but squint his eyes, waiting for the blow that was said to destroy the world.

The same was true for the male lord in the center of the field, and he felt that the momentum of the sword master on the opposite side was rising to the peak.

It would have reached an unprecedented level, and with his terrifying power, it would be enough to shock everyone.

Boom!

After the nameless ten thousand swords returned to the sect, the sword was called the emperor, and he could control the sword in the hands of all the swordsmen in the world, and the whole person almost became a sword, and he could even feel the intention of the sword.

Some are just earth-shattering, and the Sword Master has always been a ruthless person, and he will not use his heart to sense others.

He can't control the swords in the hands of other swordsmen, all he can understand is his peerless sword, and the first twenty-two swords can be deduced by virtue of his sword cultivation and cracked one by one.

But for the last sword, there is no solution for anyone.

The Sword Master is lonely, he can't find an opponent at his peak, and he is at a loss when he draws his sword and looks around.

He has a lonely heart similar to that of the Condor Heroes, who only hears his name and does not see his people.

And he didn't disappear mysteriously like Dugu seeking defeat, and when he couldn't find an opponent, he took heaven and earth as his enemy.

"Since there is no opponent in the world, then I will regard heaven and earth as opponents, nameless, presumably this sword can haunt you for a lifetime!"

Under Tang Xuanming's shocked gaze, the Sword Saint finally swung out the pinnacle sword of his life, and the sky where the hero was located, the heaven and the earth seemed to be frozen.

A shocked old man, a frightened middle-aged hero, and a young man with a longing face......

The dilapidated houses, the splatters of rubble, and the crystal clear wine poured out of the wine glass......

Everything was strangely frozen in place, as if it had become a strange portrait.

Tang Xuanming, who was far away on the top of the mountain, sighed, and couldn't help but rub his eyes, feeling that both eyes were tingling.

Even though he deliberately avoided the location of the World Society, he still felt that the air seemed to be frozen.

"The Sword of Hell, as it sounds. ”

His eyes were faintly dyed with a layer of gold, and his pupils faintly turned into vertical pupils, and in his gaze, the world seemed to be cut and separated from the entire world.

Qi luck disappeared directly from the big world, and wisps of black qi spread in that small world, wanting to destroy everything there.

The body protection qi condensed by three points of returning vitality on the surface of Xiongba's body vibrated violently, and his face twitched constantly, but there was no way to make any superfluous expressions, only a pair of eyes were full of shock.

I could only watch as the pitch-black sword light approached little by little.

At this moment, a young man came up at the foot of the mountain again, and this was the second time he had come here today.

The young man's face was indifferent, and he could see that his appearance was handsome, but the whole person was like an ice cube, and there was no superfluous expression.

Hidden in the depths of his eyes was only hatred, he stared at the violently fluctuating aura on the top of the mountain, looked at the old man standing on the mountainside, looked at the general tyrant frozen in the scroll, and his eyes showed an unprecedented brilliance of hatred.

"The hero can only die at my hands, and he must die at my hands. ”

In a few steps, he went up the mountainside, and when he passed the gray-haired old man, he did not hesitate to slam his fist into the old man's chest.

The old man's body slowly fell, and that black sword qi had already cut off the connection between Xiongba and heaven and earth at this time, piercing into the protective body qi beside him, and it was only an inch away from Xiongba's heart.

It's just that this inch can never be reached.

Tang Xuanming's figure on the top of the mountain suddenly disappeared, he didn't care about the next round of peak battles that were about to take place in the Tianxia Society, he floated down from the top of the mountain, and suddenly appeared on the body of the Sword Saint who had lost all his breath.

When he wielded the Six Annihilation Sword Twenty-Three, the Sword Saint was already dead, solidifying the heavens and the earth, and even destroying a small world with one sword, which was already a mythical thing in the martial arts.

If you want to achieve this kind of devastating thing, the price to pay is also very great.

The Sword Master had already run out of oil, and swinging this sword had already consumed all his spirits.

The last moments of the life of this world-famous sword master left the world with only this sword.

At the headquarters of the World Society, the battle between Bu Jingyun and Xiongba started again, Tang Xuanming had no intention of paying attention, and blew a loud whistle.

"Roar!"

The fire qilin on the top of the mountain let out a huge roar, jumped down from the mountain peak, smashed countless rocks along the way, and rushed in front of Tang Xuanming.

Tang Xuanming walked a little and stood on the back of the fire qilin.

The Sword Master, who had no breath of life, was placed by him on the broad back of the Qilin.

Looking back at the headquarters of the Tianxia Society, which was once again integrated with the great world, he rode away on the unicorn without looking back.

Countless martial arts figures watched this scene and were shocked beyond measure.

On this day, the Sword Saint of Wushuang City and the World Guild fought against each other, and the Sword Saint swung an unfinished sword that destroyed the world, which was interrupted by a step by the disciple of the Male Giant.

And Bu Jingyun had a hatred of destroying the door with Xiongba, and once again fought with Xiongba at the headquarters of the Tianxia Society.

The fire unicorn in Lingyun Cave was born, carrying a mysterious white-robed young man, who carried the corpse of the Sword Saint away, leaving countless legends in the rivers and lakes.

The martial arts myth who had just arrived at the foot of the mountain looked at the fire unicorn with flames all over his body, and the young man with the corpse of the sword saint, and was silent.

......

Wushuang City, Tang Xuanming once again arrived in this city, the last time he died in embarrassment here, this time he returned riding a fire unicorn.

The entire Wushuang Chengdu shook, and countless people screamed.

Tang Xuanming ignored it, and the fire qilin passed through the city at great speed, and according to Tang Xuanming's guidance, he found a nameless thatched house.

The aura of the Sword Saint remaining here made Tang Xuanming understand that this was the place where the Sword Saint once lived in seclusion.

Contrary to outsiders' imagination, this thatched hut is dilapidated, the most common in this era, and is the most ordinary house inhabited by ordinary people.

No one could have imagined that a generation of famous sword saints would live in such a broken hut.

Tang Xuanming glanced down at the Sword Saint who had no breath in his arms, and said to himself: "I have learned your Holy Spirit Sword Technique, and collecting the corpse for you can be regarded as a reward for you, and a generation of Sword Saints will have a perfect ending after all." ”

"But maybe you don't care, I just do. ”

Tang Xuanming shook his head, and the majestic Gang Qi surged, and a rectangular pit instantly appeared on the earth.

Tang Xuanming patted the head of the fire qilin, and at this time, the fierce beast that was already psychic wagged its tail, and disappeared in an instant, and a huge rock came on its back in a short time.

Tang Xuanming used his fingers like a sword, directly threw the middle of the rock into the air, made a coffin, and put the body of the Sword Saint into it.

Bang!

The huge coffin was submerged in mud little by little.

There was a small earthen bag next to the thatched hut, and a solid rock was stood in front of the earthen bag by Tang Xuanming, with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing on it, and there were only four words - the tomb of the sword saint.

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