The light was very subtle.

But with a trace of complicated and inexplicable sword intent, it was flowing out of the body of the First Emperor's sword at an unusually slow speed.

And Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Two also continued to impact this sword intent.

Obviously, the Juggernaut also felt the change in the First Emperor's Sword.

"This sword..."

Rao is sword saint has been arrogant all his life, and he was slightly surprised after seeing that trace of abnormal sword intent.

He faintly felt that this sword contained more evil intent than the big iron box that Duan Zhen was carrying.

Although the evil intent in the iron box was absent, he also knew that it was a powerful murderer.

But the First Emperor Sword began to exude a stronger ferocious intent at this moment.

It was as if his sword was intended to provide nourishment for the sword, faintly trying to hatch or open something.

"Are you scared?"

Duan Zhen continued to block with his sword, and saw that this sword saint suddenly stopped, his eyes were still staring at his own First Emperor Sword, as if he was thinking about something.

He continued to speak irritantly, trying to get the other party to fight again.

At this time, the crystals on the sword body have begun to glow slightly, and it seems that it can further evolve at any time.

"No one can fool me."

The Sword Master stopped in place arrogantly, he was not a fool, and he could naturally see that this sword could no longer be described as weird.

Although he didn't have any fear in the sword path, he didn't want to create a hidden danger so inexplicably.

"Hahahaha! I am a lone sword saint, and the sword intent is a saint. It turns out that after losing to Nameless, he has become a loser who does not dare to take another step forward! ”

Duan Zhen suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, with mockery and disdain in his tone.

His voice was extremely loud, and he even used the Blood Qi Stirring Method.

These words spread straight all around, and the broken grass and trees that shook trembled slightly.

"Nameless..."

The Sword Master originally completely ignored any stimulation from Duan Zhen, but after hearing the word nameless, a glimmer of light finally rose in his eyes.

It seems to follow the word nameless, and begin to trace his past life.

Dugu Sword in Wushuang City, learned swords at the age of five, entered the house at the age of seven, and showed his head at the age of nine.

At the age of thirteen, he was already blue, and there was no one to teach him.

After that, he overcame all the obstacles all the way and created the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, and his swordsmanship was almost invincible.

At the age of twenty-seven, he fought all over the world without any defeat.

The world calls him the Juggernaut of Swords!

What is the mindset of being at the top?

It is invincible in the world, and it is regret and loneliness that you can't find a match.

And after twenty years of loneliness, he finally met an opponent who could challenge him.

That is, today's Heavenly Sword is nameless.

The Sword Master didn't expect that he would be directly defeated by this person who was the same age as himself.

Invincible for many years, loneliness and regret have accumulated to an extremely strong degree, and I want to find an opponent.

But when that opponent appeared, he was defeated.

What's that kind of feeling?

Duan Zhen stared at the Sword Saint, obviously seeing this complicated and inexplicable emotion in the other party's eyes.

He also practiced martial arts, and at the beginning of his practice, he began his enlightenment from martial arts.

In his opinion, for a warrior, defeat is acceptable.

There is no one who is invincible from the beginning, you can fail, but you can't lose for a long time.

There is always a time for manpower to run out.

The opponents you encounter in your cultivation will not always be at the same level as you, or they will only be just a little stronger.

It's not terrible to lose.

But after losing once, next time, next time, one time, you have to win it back.

This is the practice of martial arts.

But for the Sword Master, it was difficult for him to beat Nameless in the way of the sword.

The metaphysical sword is like the sky.

The realm of Nameless has become higher and higher over the years, and it is gradually impossible to catch up.

"Inside this sword, there is a realm that is not inferior to the Heavenly Sword, or even higher than the Heavenly Sword, don't you want to take a look?"

Duan Zhen looked at the Sword Saint stunned for a long time, and continued to speak slowly.

He didn't believe in this person who was obsessed with swords and his own way, and he didn't want to see a stronger way of the sword.

"The grief is inexplicable, the sadness is inexplicable, the melancholy is inexplicable, the regret is inexplicable..."

Just as Duan Zhen was speaking, the Sword Saint suddenly muttered to himself.

His voice was extremely hoarse and low, but a sword intent that was completely different from the previous Holy Spirit Sword Technique suddenly rose in the air.

It was a kind of invincible world, it was difficult to find an opponent, and it was regretful and lonely when you lost your goal.

It was another kind of resentment and pain after a sudden encounter with an opponent, but a straight defeat.

It was still a kind of helplessness and unwillingness to watch the opponent get stronger and stronger, and he no longer had any power to chase.

That is all the state of mind sword intent of the Sword Saint in this life!

Inexplicable swordsmanship, inexplicable grief!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The air around him suddenly began to tumble very strongly, as if there was a trace of indescribable emotion in the wind.

The wind whirls, and the grass and trees turn into swords.

Even Duan Zhen's heart was affected by this inexplicable emotion, and he became extremely depressed and negative for a while.

He seemed to recall the life of Longchuan City in the previous thirteen years.

The pain of being haunted by alien energy and tormented all day long.

There is also the kind of unwillingness and powerlessness that cannot become a warrior and cannot control one's own destiny.

This emotion spread extremely fast and strongly, and even the Emperor Shakti, who was watching the battle, was affected.

This kind of grief is inexplicable, and it is even more profound than the sword intent exuded after the nameless loss of his wife!

"Are all sword cultivators like this..."

Duan Zhen shook his head, and the Xuanyuan Wuji Seal automatically flowed, slowly carrying this sudden rise of grief.

He didn't expect that the Sword Saint used an inexplicable sword technique, and Nameless used the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

These two swordsmen can really be regarded as friends and foes of fate.

is not only a sword enemy, but also a Taoist friend.

Duan Zhen finally understood a little why the Sword Master pointed out that he didn't understand the sword in the first place.

He also gradually began to understand the meaning of the only sentence in kendo.

"I took this heart."

Duan Zhen nodded, and ran the Xuanyuan Infinite Seal with all his might, and at the same time, he raised the First Emperor's sword and stabbed towards the Sword Saint.

The other party's sword qi with inexplicable sadness and pain had all rushed towards him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The First Emperor's Sword whispered softly, as if it had received an indescribable sword intent, vaguely revealing a kind of joy that was vaguely absent.

The crystals on the sword body instantly increased dramatically, and there were many times more than before.

Gradually, as the sword master's mind continued to pour in, the entire First Emperor Sword completely bloomed with brilliance.

The extremely subtle sword intent from before suddenly flashed, as if it jumped out directly from the sword body.

"Truly..."

At this moment, the three of them, including the Sword Saint, Duan Zhen, and Emperor Shakti, actually heard an extremely cold and terrifying sneer at the same time.

It was as if the laughter had crawled out of the bottom of hell and began to rush in all directions with a devastating thought.

"Something!"

Emperor Shakti's hand instantly pressed a cold ice air mass, and he stared at the top of Duan Zhen's head with an extremely solemn expression.

I saw that between the voids, a trace three feet long suddenly appeared!

The trail was blood-red all over, like the blood of the sky, falling to the earth.

"So vicious?"

Duan Zhen was also stunned for a moment, he didn't expect something like a spatial crack to suddenly appear above his head.

And the kind of murderous evil intent in it was actually no less than the great evil king who stretched out his claws from the Nine Voids at that time!

"Boom, boom!"

The trail in the void only lasted for a few breaths, and then it instantly spread with the icy laughter.

A palm as sharp as a sword, with fingers like ghost claws, grabbed at the top of Duan Zhen's head suddenly!