The surprise and horror on Nameless's face froze directly on his face as Sword Twenty-Three became stronger and stronger.

The smoke and dust floating in the air, the various weapons that vibrated in response to the qi of the two people, and the sword qi condensed in the void......

Both the physical and the imaginary were solidified by the arrival of Sword Twenty-Three and became a lifelike painting.

Nameless' eyes were wide, some were only surprised, but not afraid, the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes were clumped, and the whole person was still struggling, like a worm trapped in amber.

In Tang Xuanming's surprised movements, Nameless raised the sword in his hand little by little, his movements were slow and ugly, and even his movements were deformed because he had broken through countless obstacles.

But this still surprised Tang Xuanming.

On that day, there were countless martial arts masters in the headquarters of the Tianxia Association, and Xiongba himself was also a first-class master, but under the twenty-three of the Heaven and Earth Destroying Sword, no one could move.

Now this martial arts myth who has been in seclusion for many years can barely move under the twenty-three days of the Heaven and Earth Destroying Sword, which is enough to surprise people.

However, the reluctant struggle is the limit of what Nameless can do in his current state, when he has not comprehended the return of ten thousand swords, has not really thought about the method of dealing with the twenty-three swords, and has really integrated it.

Even the nameless martial arts myth has no way to resist this sword.

Tang Xuanming's ordinary wooden sword finally stopped at the center of the nameless eyebrows, and the uncontrolled sword qi even drew a sword mark on the center of the nameless eyebrows.

Then in the midst of laughter, Tang Xuanming put away his sword and returned, and the whole person disappeared.

Today, Tang Xuanming defeated the myth of martial arts.

No one knew about the rivers and lakes, but Tang Xuanming felt an extreme pleasure from the bottom of his heart.

It was not only from his heart, but also the meaning of the deceased boy engraved in the depths of his soul.

Originally, there were only sixty wishing points left, and suddenly jumped, and the search jumped to eighty-three.

Tang Xuanming has long guessed the origin of the wishing point, which is an extremely precious treasure that will appear after the fulfillment of most people's wishes, and it is the heart and mind of all living beings.

Similar to the Power of Faith, but seems to be more high-end than the Power of Faith.

This world is a pure martial arts world, like Tang Xuanming's predecessor, the young man who died silently, every year like a carp crossing the river, there are countless counts.

And every knight who has fallen on the rivers and lakes with an unknown origin has a heart that moves the world, and everyone has the pride and ambition of the martial arts myth nameless, and they all want to write a legend of the martial arts myth.

But there are only a few people in the rivers and lakes who can really do this for hundreds of years.

Dominate the rivers and lakes for decades, create the hegemony of the world, and have great ambitions, and give the Central Plains no god at any time.

The nameless one-man sword that has made the ten major sects of the rivers and lakes wither, dormant for hundreds of years, can easily subvert the entire world and lead the world's emperor Shakti......

For hundreds of years and thousands of years, there can only be a few leading characters in the rivers and lakes, and everyone who walks out of the rivers and lakes has such a heart and such pride.

It's just that they can't do it.

The young man who Tang Xuanming chose to integrate into died tragically for no reason also has this mentality.

He has created one legend after another, going deep into the forbidden land of Lingyun Cave in the hearts of martial arts people, subduing the fire qilin, crossing Fusang east with one person and one horse, and conquering a country with a single sword.

Defeat the master of the Tianxia Society, fight with the Wulin myth Nameless, and defeat the Nameless ......

One by one, any thing can move the world, and all of them are completed by one person, and an unprecedented miracle has been completed.

Tang Xuanming has become a new generation of martial arts myths, and such a special achievement seems to have attracted countless martial arts people in the world who have not yet become famous.

"Is this why I'm here in this world?"

Tang Xuanming, who left the Zhonghua Pavilion leisurely, said to himself, he wrote a myth in the eyes of ordinary people, but he was not much arrogant, but very calm.

In the era of Qin Shi Mingyue, it was the wish of most people to resist the tyranny of the Qin State, and at that time, I should be under the mandate of heaven, and I would also fulfill the wish of most people?

The world of the Condor Heroes, pointing at Mongolia, is the wish of the entire Great Song Dynasty, so what kind of wish will the next world be?

Tang Xuanming shook his head, removing these messy thoughts from his mind.

Lying on the back of the fire qilin, he stroked the ordinary wooden sword, the wooden sword was still as uneven as the first time it came to him, but he didn't know when it had been one more line after another.

As he became famous, the wooden sword in his hand was also given an unusual meaning.

Although it is still the simplest material, it already has a metallic luster.

Stronger than ordinary divine soldiers, this seems to be the characteristic of this world.

It's like the heroic sword that Nameless once pulled out, that heroic sword was once stuck in a mountain, and no one can pull it out of a swordsman who is not recognized.

Countless swordsmen rushed to draw their swords with great pride, but there was no way to conquer that unique divine weapon.

The divine soldiers of this world are not only divine soldiers because of their unique materials, but also have different colors because of the different meanings of different characters.

"Do you want to transform into an heirloom weapon?"

Tang Xuanming stroked the unique lines on the wooden sword, he didn't use any way to strengthen the sword, but the rules of heaven and earth seemed to give this wooden sword unusual meaning and life.

He has a vigorous vitality and a unique and high-spirited temperament.

Like a fledgling teenager, he is curious about everything.

Zheng Zheng!

The wooden sword vibrated in Tang Xuanming's hand, making a sound like a divine soldier, and such a famous sword with strong spirituality made Tang Xuanming couldn't help but be moved.

Thinking of the last enemy in this world, Tang Xuanming groaned for a moment, patted the Fire Qilin who was sitting down, and used his sharp and matchless qi blade to cut a small opening in the Fire Qilin's body.

Red blood like flames fell from it, and the fire qilin let out an uneasy roar, but for Tang Xuanming's sake, it didn't move.

Drops of blood-red blood fell on the wooden sword, forming a bright red mark.

After devouring nine drops of blood, Tang Xuanming stretched out his hand to stroke the wound of the fire qilin, and blood no longer flowed out of it, and the nine drops of hot blood merged into the wooden sword little by little.

It makes this originally the most ordinary birch sword dull and deep, adding a touch of antiquity.

Tang Xuanming put the wooden sword behind his back and turned around to go to the snow mountain.

He saw the thousand-foot tall purple qi move slowly.

"Shakti has been revived!"