Today, the most popular force is none other than the "Tianxia Society", whose sphere of influence has almost covered the entire Central Plains martial arts.

The world will help the master dominate the martial arts, the mind is ruthless, and he is born with an awe-inspiring domineering spirit, which is convincing.

Under his command, there are three halls of Tianshuang, Kamikaze, and Feiyun, and the masters of the three halls are all dragons and phoenixes among people, and the true legend of the male tyrant with deep martial arts.

Today's Tianxia Society, thriving, is already a behemoth, and other so-called gang forces, under its rolling trend, have all been crushed into pieces and turned into historical dust.

However, the overlord who has almost unified the entire martial arts has been in a hurry recently, and things have happened one after another.

"The golden scales are not the things in the pool, and the dragon changes when it encounters the wind and clouds."

In his early years, Xiongba was superstitious about the mandate of heaven and once asked the mud bodhisattva to criticize him. Tell him that during the ten-year Universiade, with the help of "wind and clouds", he can turn from a fish into a dragon and control the Quartet.

And his two apprentices, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, did help him complete his great cause.

Later, Xiongba got another second half of the criticism from the mouth of the mud bodhisattva, "The nine dragons and clouds are shocking, and the wind and clouds will swim in shallow waters", and his final result will still be destroyed by his two disciples.

As a result, Xiongba used the servant girl Kong Ci as a bait to gradually divide the two of them, and now it seems that the effect is indeed significant.

The matter of Fengyun and the two of them, there is no need to pay attention to it for the time being, and now his heart has been severely pressed down by another stone.

The sword saint Dugu Jian left a message on it a few days ago, seven days later, he will have a battle with the male and female, and he will share life and death.

The sword saint Dugu Sword has been famous for decades, and it is called "the South Nameless, the North Sword Saint" along with another mythical nameless in the rivers and lakes. "The Sword Saint is the eldest brother of the Peerless City Lord Dugu, and before he retired, he was almost invincible in the world.

Such a peerless figure is consciously invincible even if he is a hero.

But the male bully can't escape, not even retreat, he is the male tyrant, he is the leader of the world association, if he retreats, the hearts of the people of the world will be scattered.

Today is the day of the decisive battle between the two.

In the school field of the Tianxia Society, Xiongba's side has come to support many sects that support the Tianxia Society, and Xiongba has also secretly planted many killers, as long as he gives an order, he will kill the Sword Saint in unison, just in case.

As for the Sword Master's side, it's just three insignificant little people.

But Xiongba was still uneasy in his heart, with an ominous premonition.

"The mud bodhisattva commented, I will eventually fall into the hands of "Fengyun", and today must only be in danger. ”

Thinking of this, Xiongba's heart was a little fixed, he was dressed in a martial arts platform, looking high, he couldn't help but have a heroic feeling, as if the entire martial arts was in the palm of his hand.

After fighting for half his life, countless white bones have accumulated under his feet, so why should he be afraid of a bad old man who is buried in the loess with half of his body.

Xiongba looked at the incense that was about to be extinguished next to him, and frowned again, it was almost the time of the appointment, but the Sword Master had not yet appeared, what was going on?

At this time, in an attic where the sun never shines, two people are quietly watching the movement of the school field.

"Childe, why hasn't the Sword Saint arrived, did he escape from the battle?"

It was a woman who spoke, dressed in red, with a delicate little face tight, her orange hair fluttering in the wind, with an indescribable moving charm.

"It's the last battle of his life, and he'll come." In front of the woman, there was a young man sitting cross-legged, the young man closed his eyes and said lightly.

These two people are naturally Xia Yunmo and Sword Slave Leng Yan.

Not long ago, the sword was cast, and Leng Yan and Wen Yu, who were sword slaves, had the responsibility to follow the sword master, Xia Yunmo refused Wen Yan's request, and only took Leng Yan with him.

Immediately, he heard about the Sword Master's decisive battle.

In this battle, he had to take a look, the Sword Saint Dugu Sword was boiling at the last moment, and the spirit of the Spirit Sword was twenty-three out of the body.

This is almost invincible swordsmanship in the world, even Nameless admits that if the sword twenty-three styles come out, even his heavenly sword will be difficult to match.

This is an out-of-body blow, an earth-shattering blow, Xia Yunmo is now damaged by the Yuanshen, taking this opportunity, not only can he make the swordsmanship climb to a higher level, but may also be able to repair the injury of the Yuanshen.

At this moment, Xia Yunmo's eyes suddenly opened and said, "He's here!" ”

Juggernaut is here.

At the bottom of the third branch of the Tianxia Society, an old man in red clothes and white hair walked slowly.

The old man is old, his blood is withered, and he is no longer in the grand occasion of the year, and the whole person exudes a dead air, which is the period when the limit is approaching.

The sky gradually darkened, layers of dark clouds, and sometimes lightning flashed, as if a rainstorm was coming.

"Childe, is this really a sword master? Now that he is afraid that the limit is approaching, I am afraid that it will be difficult to defeat the hero, and it will only be in vain to go to waste. ”

Although Leng Yan is not a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, he still has this eyesight. At this time, the sword saint is not to say that he is a tyrant who is rampant in the world, even if he is a fledgling boy, he can be knocked down.

His physical body was almost dead, and only the last wisp of will was left to sustain him. At the end of the road, the limit is approaching, and only at this point can the Sword Saint truly comprehend Sword Twenty-Three. ”

Xia Yunmo muttered, his eyes were firmly fixed on the Sword Saint, his expression was radiant, he refused to let go of the slightest subtlety, and there was no trace of laziness on weekdays.

Leng Yan nodded as if he didn't understand, and stopped talking.

Sword Saint Dugu Jian gasped for breath, cold sweat flowing. He looked up at the steps in front of him, which were as ethereal as Huangquan Road.

He suddenly remembered the words of the Buddhist master he met a few days ago: "The momentum cannot be exhausted, the sword cannot be exhausted, everything is too exhausted, and fate is bound to end early."

The road in front of him became more and more illusory, and he was about to fall in the next moment.

However, he must not fall, he must also defeat the hero in front of the people of the world, and let everyone know his peerless sword skills.

He learned swords at the age of five, became famous at the age of nine, learned swords at the age of thirteen, and later gave up his loved ones in order to learn swords, and finally created the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

But many years later, he was defeated by Nameless, and since then he has been incognito and has not heard about the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

If this last battle can't be extremely brilliant, then it is better for his remnant sword to be broken early.

For the sake of the sword, he never drank alcohol.

For the sake of the sword, he abandoned his lover.

For the sake of the sword, he gave up the position of lord of the city.

If it weren't for the sword, it wouldn't be a rare old man, showing off his sword intent in front of everyone.

The last battle has become his obsession.

"I'm going to stand up, I'm going to fight." The Sword Saint thought silently in his heart, and the gaze in his eyes was extremely firm.

Click!

The Sword Master took another step forward, and a strong aura was born under his feet, and he actually cut a crack in the steps by dozens of feet.

This body finally couldn't support his body anymore, and the strength of his body was uncontrollable, overflowing in all directions.

But at this moment, the Sword Master seemed to have understood a lot of things, and the things that he didn't know before and didn't know were all realized in front of his eyes.

Flashes of inspiration and thoughts fly.

There is great terror between life and death, and there is also great opportunity.

He is famous for his Holy Spirit swordsmanship, but after the first battle, he was defeated by Nameless, and then used decades to create another twenty-two swords, but it was still broken by Nameless Swordsmanship.

He faintly felt that the Holy Spirit Sword Technique had not reached its extreme, and it was still the last one left. As long as this last move is the essence of the entire Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

This sword is, sword twenty-three.

It was difficult for him to comprehend the sword technique before, but now he has realized it.