Tianwu Continent, Zhou Dynasty, Holy Sword Peak.

After Dugu Yuanzhou's consciousness returned to the body, he has been sitting upright on the steep lonely cliff standing on the wall, letting the sun rise and the moon set, the wind and rain, and he has always remained immovable, without moving for half a minute.

Every breath he took seemed to affect the surrounding airflow and divine will, turning into the sharpest and most powerful sword qi, winding and lingering like a snake, scattering and reuniting, intertwined into a sword domain that was inaccessible to the living.

In the depths of Dugu Yuanzhou's sea of knowledge, one after another sword lightning flashed rapidly, flying vertically and horizontally, evolving all kinds of mysterious sword intent, death, ending, emptiness, and nothingness......

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, cultivation resources, and personality level of the Tianwu Continent are far inferior to those of the Ancient World, such innate conditions firmly bind the upper limit of the martial artist, however, while the world closes a door for you, it also opens a window for you, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is not very abundant, which cannot allow them to control the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi wantonly, causing the amazing destruction that destroys the mountains and mountains, but it makes them pay more attention to the tempering of their minds and wills.

The top martial arts powerhouses in this world have long been rid of the cage of moves, and pay more attention to spiritual confrontation, qi machine temptation, the collision of martial arts, and the circle of the soul is the key to the success or failure of a duel......

Dugu Yuanzhou was born in a kendo family, born with a sword bone, learned swords at the age of five, became famous at the age of nine, and understood kendo at the age of thirteen.

Until now, he has become a world-famous master of heaven and earth, and the pinnacle of kendo that later generations of swordsmen look up to, and is named "Sword Saint".

When the martial arts reached his height, he had already reached the realm of divine enlightenment, and he was limited by his vision before, and he was never able to take the last step and shatter the void.

However, this wonderful journey of consciousness opened his eyes, the complete system of human immortal martial arts, and the true meaning of the avenue revealed on the book of life and death, all allowed Dugu Yuanzhou to grasp a trace of the opportunity to break.

The sword light of the true meaning of martial arts is contained in the depths of the sea of knowledge, and it gradually turns zero into a whole, ten thousand into thousands, thousands into hundreds, hundreds into ten, and ten into one...... The constantly fused sword light makes the true meaning in the sword more and more pure......

I don't know how long it took, the sword intent accumulated on Dugu Yuanzhou's body was like a sheath divine blade, cracking the clouds and rushing into the sky, stirring Zhou Tian cold, the wind and clouds were chaotic, and the birds were frightened, and all the sword weapons in the vicinity of ten miles were buzzing and trembling, "click" crisp sound, and hideous cracks crawled all over the sword body.

As a secluded place for sword saints, the Holy Sword Peak is already the supreme holy place in the hearts of the swordsmen of the rivers and lakes.

Although idlers are forbidden to set foot on the Holy Sword Peak, there are still many people in the rivers and lakes who come here to practice swords in some of the surrounding peaks, and such a huge change naturally alarmed them.

"What's going on? My matching sword actually vibrated on its own, and there were cracks......

"Sword intent! An incomparably terrifying sword intent, this sword intent comes from the direction of the Holy Sword Peak. ”

"Could it be that the Dugu Sword Saint has created some earth-shattering swordsmanship?"

"No, this sword intent gives people the oppression, fear, and despair, it simply makes me feel like I am falling into an endless purgatory, if this is really a sword technique that has not been fully created, or has already been created, this sword technique...... It must not be a sword technique that should belong to the world. ”

“......”

In the sound of clothes breaking through the air, one after another figures flew up to the heights with light skills, looking at the Holy Sword Peak in horror, whispering and talking about it.

The next moment, the wind between heaven and earth was fierce, carrying the powerful sword intent that was overwhelming, blowing away the clouds and mist of the mountains that lingered around the Holy Sword Peak, revealing the scene on the top.

The mountains are undulating, and the white clothes are fluttering!

Dugu Yuanzhou's breath has changed inexplicably, like a flowing and floating cloud in the sky, and like a fickle wind, which may drift away at any time, turn into a wisp of smoke, and escape into the dark void.

What is very inconsistent with his immortal meteoric atmosphere is that the sword in Dugu Yuanzhou's hand is full of infinite dead silence, as if everything is withering, life is extinct, Daqian is collapsing, and the universe is over......

This sword ...... Just watching from a distance has already given birth to a bone-eating chill in the face of death, unable to dodge, unable to resist, and the soul consciousness seems to be wailing and wailing, leaving behind unexpressible fear and despair.

It's horrible!

This is indeed a sword technique that should not belong to the world, it is a god, a demon, and a Tao.

"Kenshin Hell, slaughtering time and space, the six realms are selfless, and heaven and earth are extinct...... The Broken Sword, is this the Old Man's Broken Void Sword?"

Holding the divine sword that had been with him for most of his life, Dugu Yuanzhou muttered softly, looking at the mountains and rivers below, and a melancholy and remembrance flashed in his eyes.

Is it finally time to leave this world where he was born and raised?

All of a sudden, Dugu Yuanzhou's mind flashed through one picture after another, the fanatical obsession of learning swordsmanship, the vigor of the young man's fame, the warmth and sweetness of the hand of the son, the dazed decadence of the death of his beloved, and the emotion of regaining the way of the sword......

Everything is like yesterday, and suddenly like a dream.

"Kira, in the future, on your sacrifice day, I can't send you your favorite osmanthus brew anymore, will you blame me?"

Dugu Yuanzhou muttered, closed his eyes lightly, and covered all the melancholy and remembrance, and when he opened it again, his eyes were already clear, and only the firm and fearless heart of the Tao remained.

"That's it, the past is gone, why bother drowning in the past? Go! Go! Step through the void and seek the supreme sword. ”

Dugu Yuanzhou let out a long laugh and swung his last sword in this world.

A sword crosses the sky, the sky is dark, everything is quiet, the wind, the clouds, the sun, the dust...... All tangible and intangible things are condensed, as if time and space stand still.

Under a sword, within a hundred zhang, the vast heaven and earth, all living beings and all things have lost the concept of life, only absolute silence, death, and the end!

Dugu Yuanzhou's whole body lit up with a brilliant and brilliant light.

This light is not skylight, not daylight, not moonlight, not starlight, but the sword light that sublimates again after the fusion of essence and spirit.

Amazing and fast!

A ray of sword light, dragging up the lingering traces of light, became the only moving scene in this static painting, as fast as lightning, faster than a meteor, cutting through the void that had fallen into a state of death, and disappeared in a flash.

Whoa......

At the moment when Dugu Yuanzhou disappeared, the whole world instantly became lively and noisy, and the cool autumn wind blew on the body, waking up the shocked and indescribable people, and the sound of rapid breathing came and went, as if to make up for the air that was not breathed just now.

However, the look of shock on their faces did not fade in the slightest, but only intensified.

Because they bear witness to the myth.

Among the rivers and lakes today, there is no greater myth than the shattered void.

After a long time, a stammering voice sounded, breaking the silence.

"Broken...... Shattering the Void...... The Dugu Sword Saint has shattered the void!"

At the same time, the great martial arts masters of the Tianwu Continent who had reached the realm of heaven and man were more or less aware of the great changes on the Holy Sword Peak, and their expressions were shocked, envious, embarrassed, and emotional.

The Heavenly and Great Masters returned to the void in their hearts, and they had a certain degree of perception of the changes in the four seasons and the changes in heaven and earth, and the sword intent of the last sword of the lonely Yuan Zhou filled the void, which naturally made them aware of it.

"I originally thought that this seat would become the first person in the world to shatter the void, but I didn't expect that in the end, Dugu Lao'er would take the lead. ”

In a lakeside pavilion nearly a thousand miles away from the Holy Sword Peak, a middle-aged scribe gently blew the hot tea soup in Sancai's bowl, and let out a light sigh in his mouth.

This middle-aged scribe was dressed in an elegant robe, tall and slender, handsome, very chic and good-looking, with a little gray temples, which added an indescribable strange temperament to him, but his eyes were as cold as ice and snow, as if he did not contain any human feelings.

On his body, the will of life and death slowly swirled, and these two completely different artistic conceptions were strangely fused together, intertwined and blended with each other, running like a wheel, and reincarnating endlessly.

"But it doesn't matter, in a few more days, when this seat has perfected the wheel seal of life and death, it will also take the last step...... Hehe, I believe it won't take too long......"

After slowly tasting the tea, the middle-aged scribe stood up and strolled away, his pace seemed to be slow, and his body pulled up a long phantom, but after two or three breaths, the whole person had gradually blurred and thinned, turning into an imperceptible phantom shadow, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

A few days later, a piece of news spread all over the world.

In the autumn of the twenty-third year of the Great Zhou Tianhua, the Sword Saint Dugu Yuanzhou, on the top of the Holy Sword Peak, shattered the void!

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