Wang Yan's heart was beating in horror as he watched from the side, and he almost couldn't help but pull out the Chixiao Sword he was holding several times. As for Jian Chen next to him, he was still confused.

After all, the three of them are the top powerhouses among the masters, and their control over their power has long reached the point of doing whatever they want. Even if some of the internal forces leak out due to mutual confrontation and collision, they are still limited to a radius of two meters.

"Today's farewell, I'm afraid there will be no day to see each other again. Nameless, I am inferior to you in the sword path, not that my sword is inferior to you, but that I am half a point worse than you. ”

The Sword Master drank all the wine in the cup, and by the time the words landed, the person had already disappeared into the darkness.

"Dugu Sword ......"

Nameless muttered, looked at the empty seat in front of him and sighed.

……

Three days later, inside the Chung Hwa Pavilion.

"Master, Brother Wang Yan is gone. However, he left behind a letter, as well as six blood bodhi. ”

Jian Chen took the box containing the letter and blood Bodhi and put it in front of Nameless.

He opened the box and read it, but the letter was left for the nameless, and he did not open it on his own initiative.

"These six Blood Bodhi are for you, put them away."

Nameless took out the letter, and in addition to the words of gratitude to him, there were only two lines on it: If one day Xiongba comes to find the protection of his senior, I hope that his predecessor will not stop him from killing him.

"The Heroes have come to seek refuge...... Dugu Sword is doomed to failure......"

I didn't see any movement without a name, but the letter in my hand turned into powder in silence, and disappeared into the world with the breeze blowing.

Nameless is nameless after all, even the Sword Saint Dugu Sword, who has its own racial skill Sword Twenty-three, has been suppressed by him, and its realm is really unfathomable, reaching an unbelievable level.

The way of the world is the same way.

Nameless was able to turn letterheads into powder in a silent manner, and Yuhuatian was able to smash teacups without touching them in a way that Wang Yan couldn't understand. Although the strength of the two is 108,000 miles apart, they follow the same path.

It's also thanks to Wang Yan that he didn't see this scene, otherwise I'm afraid he would have stayed in the Zhonghua Pavilion for a while longer.

After the Juggernaut meets with Nameless, he immediately rushes to the Tianxia Guild to kill the hero. With the foot power of the Sword Master, he traveled day and night, and he was able to reach the Tianxia Society in almost six days. At this time, there are almost three days left before the decisive battle between the Sword Master and the Hero, and there is plenty of time.

"I will never give in, that fool ruined Sword Twenty-Three."

Wang Yan snorted coldly in his heart, saving the Sword Saint would be beneficial to him and harmless, not only would he be able to solve the annoyance of Xiongba, but he would also be able to get a huge reward. If Bu Jingyun interrupted the Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Three, Wang Yan would probably be able to blow up his lungs.

Xiongba's strength at this time is at least in the realm of mastery and skill, even with the addition of Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun, it is impossible for him to be his opponent, under normal circumstances, only the combination of wind and clouds can defeat him.

Therefore, Wang Yan planned to take advantage of the opportunity of the Sword Saint General Xiongba's serious injury to kill him and completely solve the trouble. As for those who stand in the way, we have to see if they are harder than his sword and more ruthless than his heart.

The appointed time soon came, and the majesty was on the throne, and his complexion was slightly unnatural.

At this time, he suffered internal injuries because of his strong three-point return to vitality, and it was the time when his strength weakened. However, in the face of the duel of the Sword Master, you must accept it, which is about face, but also about the majesty of the World Society.

"Is the Juggernaut here?"

Xiongba asked Wen Chougou beside him.

"Not yet."

Wen Chouchou shook his head, with a hint of worry on his face.

Under the high platform, there were masters of various sects of martial arts in the Central Plains, and there were countless disciples of the Tianxia Society around him. Because the Sword Master did not arrive on time, the masters of various sects began to discuss.

"The Sword Master won't dare to come, right?"

"The male gang master god is powerful, and it is normal for the old puppet of the Sword Saint to be afraid."

Several young men in cyan clothes muttered quietly, but before the words landed, a sharp sword light suddenly shot out from the side, cutting a wound on his arm.

"Who is it?"

The man shouted angrily and quickly took out the gold sore medicine to stop the bleeding. However, there were bursts of unbearable burning pain from the place where the sword light had been injured, and the gold sore medicine didn't work.

"The Sword Saint is invincible in the world, how can you chew the root of your tongue."

A cold snort of disdain came from the side, and I saw a young *** who looked to be around twenty years old, and he was still holding a fiery red long sword in his hand.

"Broken waves! You betrayed the world and dared to come back! ”

"Where's your left hand? Was cut off by which hero? Hahaha......"

Broken Wave's face was easily recognized, and his empty left arm was talked about by everyone.

"You're looking for death!"

Hearing these people uncover his scars without any scruples, Broken Lang's face was murderous, and he raised the Huolin Sword and attacked it.

I haven't seen him for a while, and the opportunity to break the waves is no less than that of Bu Jingyun and Qin Shuang. Not only did he get the family heirloom Huolin Sword from the Lingyun Cave, but he also broke through his strength to the realm of masters.

Unless it is Xiongba or the Twelve Evils of Tianchi, there will be few people in the world who can help him.

"Broken waves, this is the world meeting, not a place where you can go wild!"

The movement here immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, and a disciple who was eight feet tall and had a waist circumference of eight feet, had a lot of white skin and hair, and looked like a big fat pig, jumped up high and smashed it fiercely. This person's name is Xu Hong, and he once competed with Qin Shuang for the position of the hall master of Tianshuang Hall, but unfortunately he was knocked out of the ring by Qin Shuang in just three moves.

"Boom ......"

The impact of Xu Hong's landing made the ground dusty and debris splashed. The fatty pork belly shook like a wave, and it made people have a great appetite.

"Even if you want to stop me?"

Seeing Xu Hong, a disdainful smile flashed on Broken Lang's face.

More than half a year ago, Xu Hong couldn't even stop Qin Shuang's three moves in the ring competition, not to mention that his strength at this time had already surpassed Qin Shuang at that time.

"I'm going to hammer you into a meatloaf today!"

The fat pig Xu Hongqi trembled, and he didn't continue to talk nonsense, and strode towards the broken waves.

"Look for death!"

Broken Lang snorted coldly, and the Huolin Sword in his hand slashed through the air with a phantom, stabbing at Xu Hong's stomach fiercely.

"Stop me!"

Seeing the broken waves attacking, Xu Hong shouted angrily, and his fat belly bulged high as if it was inflated.

The layers of fat and thick skin like Shar Pei are tight and powerful, and the huge toughness is so strong that even a strong bow can't shoot through it.

Xu Hong has practiced this kung fu for more than ten years, and he has long reached the point where he is invulnerable to swords and guns, and invulnerable. Although he took the opportunity to get out of the ring after being frozen into ice by Qin Shuang's Tianshuang Fist, he was not injured at all.