In the sky, layers of dark clouds were thick, and a thunderbolt fell violently, as if a rainstorm was coming.

The entire three-branch field was shrouded in shadows, and everyone had a sense of annoyance and panic for no reason, as if the end of the world was coming.

Even on the throne, the same is true, and the strong sense of foreboding that he felt before is even stronger.

He looked at the incense that was about to burn out, then stood up and announced loudly: "Everyone, noon has arrived, and the Sword Master has still not arrived, and besides, it is not good to fight again today." ”

A head who came to watch the battle said: "Gang master, I think the sword master should know that the gang leader's martial arts are unparalleled, and he deliberately fled and did not dare to come, this battle should be won by the gang leader." ”

In the three-party school field, except for a few people who are from Wushuang City, the rest are all forces taken over by the heroes.

All of them will see the ability of the wind to steer the rudder, and they are busy complimenting the hero, calling the hero famous and famous, and he has made the sword master defeat himself without a fight.

Only the three of them in Wushuang City showed a look of horror on their faces, once the Sword Saint did not arrive, then the three of them would become the souls of the three-point sect.

Hearing everyone's compliments, Xiongba laughed, and was about to continue talking, when a sudden change occurred.

I saw that above the sky, stratus clouds stirred, and an incomparably sharp sword light descended from the sky.

The light pierced the clouds and shone back on the people. is so domineering swordsmanship, even the dark clouds can be cut through.

What can be sprinkled again is not the warm and warm sun, but the scorching sun, which is as red as blood.

Everyone's hearts beat suddenly, and it seemed that they had a premonition that something big was about to happen.

"Youlao, you've been waiting for a long time, Xiongba, come on!"

The Sword Master landed from the clouds, and at this moment, his clothes were flying, and his divine light was flashing, which was similar to the previous decadent state, which added an incredible momentum.

Xia Yunmo, who was in the distance, looked at this scene and couldn't help muttering: "Heaven and man are sympathetic, breaking through the clouds and rising to the sun, today, it is really worth the trip."

The clouds have dispersed, and the sun has returned."

As for the scene in front of him, Xia Yunmo can also do it. But he had to rely on the "Zhou Liu's Six Void Skills" to do it, and the Sword Saint at this time was only the last Yuan Shen.

In the three-point sect, the Sword Saint had erupted with infinite killing intent, causing the ground under his feet to also collapse, and everyone was not only in their hearts, but the Sword Saint at this moment was really terrifying.

Then, the Sword Master slowly walked towards the Guanwu platform where Xiongba was, his speed was very slow, but with each step, the killing machine skyrocketed by three points, and everyone had already felt like a thorn in the back.

What's even more terrifying is that the sleeves of the Sword Saint's body floated, and countless sharp sword qi emanated from his body.

He walked forward step by step, and everywhere he passed, the people watching the battle screamed as if they had been cut by countless sharp blades, and fled in all directions.

"me, everybody kill him for me!"

Xiongba has already sensed an unprecedented killing force, and there is still an old man in front of him, but a ruthless sword, a ruthless killing sword, where the sword passes, the common people are destroyed.

He scolded loudly, and the masters of the World Society, who had been ambushed around him for a long time, appeared one after another, drew the weapons in their hands, and the sonorous sound was endless, and they all rushed towards the Sword Saint.

has reached the point of life and death, and the so-called morality of the rivers and lakes can still be taken care of.

The face of the Sword Saint was still very flat, but his body exuded a strange and inexplicable glory, wisps of it, with a terrifying power, and where the light passed, all the people and things in the field were still.

The wind in the air stopped flowing, and the master with the weapon was fixed in the air, and the fallen leaves not far away were also dead silent, and so was the hero.

The entire three-point teaching field seems to have been immobilized, and it is extremely weird.

And the killing intent on the Sword Saint's body is getting heavier and heavier, like the ocean, a wave hits, annihilating everyone.

In the entire three-point sect field, there has been an invisible stance, and the owner of the stance is this red-clothed sword saint.

The red-clothed Sword Master continued to walk, and wherever he passed, all life was lost, leaving only infinite dead silence.

Every step he takes, he will take the life of a master of the world

He is no longer a human being, nor is he a primordial god, but a sword move, a sword move that represents death.

The power of this move has surpassed the extreme realm of the human world, and the realm that no ordinary person can reach is the Extinction of Heaven and Earth - Sword Twenty-Three.

Sword twenty-three, the final sword of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

Once this sword is used, the heavens and the earth will be dead and silent, and all living beings can only be slaughtered by it.

The blood-red sword qi swayed out, breaking through the sky, and the twenty-three swords represented infinite death and killing opportunities, and they were not able to escape this sword.

At least, the Hero can't.

Xiongba was fixed on the viewing platform, cold sweat flowing, looking at the sword saint representing death walking towards him, but his body was unable to move at all.

He could do nothing but wait for death to come.

"There will be no mistake in the mud bodhisattva's calculations, I will never die here, I will eventually be overthrown by the storm."

This is the only thought of Xiongba.

……

At the same time, a man with a cold face, who was slowly leaving from the World Council with the corpse of a woman, was walking to the exit, but saw the Sword Saint.

This person is Bu Jingyun, not long ago, he had an affair with Kong Ci, and was later discovered by Nie Feng. The two fought fiercely, and during the fight, Kong Ci slapped Nie Feng with a startling slap, and then lost his life.

Kong Ci is the only light in his current life, and the only motivation other than revenge.

At this moment, he has decided to send out the world meeting.

Seeing the Sword Saint, Bu Jingyun was immediately furious, he was once defeated in the hands of the Sword Saint and almost lost his life. Kong Ci's death had already made him lose his mind.

"Old horseman, you are looking for death!"

Immediately, he put down Kong Ci and unleashed his Cloud Palm, attacking the Sword Saint like a storm.

The current Sword Saint is just a body on the verge of death, how can he stop Bu Jingyun's attack.

Boom!

A burst of energy suddenly appeared out of thin air, striking towards Bu Jingyun. This aura was terrifying and abnormal, and Bu Jingyun was shocked, and hurriedly retreated backwards, resisting a burst of energy.

But this sword was so strong that it pierced the air and caused a roar, but in fact, he was able to resist it, so he immediately flew away, rolled down the steps, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

Xia Yunmo glanced at Bu Jingyun lightly, put his finger down, and ignored it.

The Sword Saint's sword twenty-three has not yet been cast, and Xia Yunmo has not yet enjoyed watching it, so how can he let others disturb him.

……

The three-party school field has been annihilated by the Sword Saint's killing machine, and except for the corpses everywhere, it is extremely difficult for the rest of the people to breathe.

The sword god's fingers were like swords, and when he lifted his sword fingers, he had already stabbed into Xiongba's chest.

Yikes!

There was almost no obstruction, and a blood hole had already appeared in the chest of the male tyrant, and blood rushed out of the blood.

This is not only blood, but also the life of the hero.

A generation of overlords died at the hands of the Sword Master.

Sword twenty-three, and finally finished.