Jiang Yi refined the Mind Meditation Technique, Meditation Mantra, Ice Heart Technique and other exercises, and his spiritual strength was far stronger than that of martial artists of the same level.

Being in the death space dominated by the sword twenty-three sword intent, although his body could not move and his true qi could not be mobilized, his spirit was still able to move at a slow speed, sensing the things in this space.

But this perception could only make him more deeply appreciate the power of Sword Twenty-Three, and nothing else could be done.

At this moment, he could only watch as the subtle golden sword qi swept through the air and static time and space, approaching the position of his eyebrows inch by inch.

Jiang Yi remembered the slightly playful gaze that the Sword Saint Yuan Shen had just skimmed, and couldn't help but secretly scold: It's really stingy......

Silently, the golden sword qi finally reached the position above Jiang Yi's eyebrows, slowly cutting his skin, leaving a red sword mark.

This sword mark and the sword mark left by the nameless sword just now intertwined, forming a cross sword wound.

Then Jiang Yi sensed a sword intent full of destructive intent, piercing into his sea of consciousness from the center of his eyebrows, and his could no longer perceive the outside world.

It was as if an invisible sword had been inserted into his brain and stirred violently, and he felt nothing but a splitting headache.

……

Juggernaut slowly walked in front of the motionless Nameless body, raised his sword finger, and pointed at Nameless's chest.

In this frozen world, even the Heavenly Sword Nameless could not move a bit, and his body was as stiff as a sculpture.

But Nameless's eyes were extremely clear, watching the Sword Saint slowly approach. An unfathomable sword intent loomed over his body, isolating him from another small world.

"It's nameless, but I want to see if you can block my sword twenty-three."

The Sword Saint's indifferent eyes were filled with a bit of anticipation, and a sword condensed by sword intent flew out of the golden primordial god body.

The next moment, the fierce sword of thought stabbed at Nameless like a tidal wave, burrowing into his sword intent shield.

The sword intent of the Heavenly Sword and the sword intent of the Demon Sword of Sword Twenty-Three collided violently, but no sound sounded, only a layer of invisible ripples rippled in the solidified space.

In a world as silent as death, two of the strongest kendo masters in the world engage in a dangerous sword intent duel.

This is a contest of swords, a duel of sword intent, and a collision of beliefs.

This battle was the most difficult battle that Nameless had ever experienced in his life.

After the Juggernaut cast Sword Twenty-Three's dead space, he couldn't move, unable to break through the blockade of space. But that doesn't mean he's completely out of the power to resist.

At the last moment, Nameless used the Heavenly Sword Sword intent to isolate himself from the dead space of the outside world, forming a small world of his own.

At this moment, under the attack of the sword intent of the sword saint like an abyss and a sea, Nameless turned his body into a battlefield between the two sides, and launched an incomparably fierce duel with the sword intent of the heavenly sword that was uninhabited through the ages.

The nameless blue robe was torn apart, and sword marks crisscrossed his body.

……

I don't know how long it took, the sword master's golden primordial spirit began to slowly collapse and disintegrate, and the surface of his body slowly dissipated like smoke.

The Sword Saint knew that his body was running out of oil, although he had condensed the Martial Dao Yuan Shen with supreme faith and sword intent, but it was only a flash in the pan after all, he turned his head to look at his disciple, raised his hand a little, and a golden martial arts true intent flew out and disappeared into the center of Youruo's eyebrows.

Subsequently, the primordial spirit of the Sword Saint slowly faded and scattered into invisibility.

The breeze blows, and a strand of hair slowly falls from the ear.

The leaves in the air continue to fall, and the yellow-brown bees vibrate their membranous wings and fly by, continuing to search for the petals.

The world is back to business as usual.

An old voice faintly sounded in the air:

"Chaowen said, you can die at night."

Burst!

Jiang Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face suddenly became extremely pale, his body shook slightly, and he almost fell.

Youruo only felt that there was a sudden increase in a mysterious sword intent and a piece of information in his mind.

Before she had time to take a closer look, she saw the scene of Jiang Yi suddenly vomiting blood, and couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said anxiously:

"Jiang Yi, what's wrong with you?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the Sword Saint seniors thought I was too arrogant and taught me a lesson."

Jiang Yi was injured by the sword intent, his spirit seemed a little sluggish, his eyes were gloomy, he frowned slightly and endured the colic in his head, but he chuckled lightly on his face.

He silently operated the Ice Heart Technique, calmed the wounds in the sea of consciousness, and condensed his spirit to fight against the sword intent of the remaining Sword Twenty-Three.

Seeing that although Jiang Yi's expression was sluggish, his body was intact and he was not seriously injured, Youruo breathed a sigh of relief.

Whew!

The blue robe on Nameless's body shattered abruptly, revealing the criss-crossed, densely packed and terrifying sword marks on his body, and blood kept pouring out of his wounds like a spring.

Burst.

Nameless spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees with a pop, gasping slightly, and the breath on his body looked extremely weak.

In the duel with the Sword Master, his Heavenly Sword Sword Intent blocked a small part of the Sword Twenty-Three Sword Intent, but his body was still extremely injured as a battlefield, if it weren't for the Sword Saint's final exhaustion of oil and the collapse of the Yuan Shen, he would probably not be able to escape death.

Unlike Jiang Yi, the Sword Master regards Nameless as his biggest opponent and will not show mercy in the fight.

"Master."

Jian Chen looked at the nameless appearance and hurriedly ran forward to support him, and asked worriedly, "Master, are you okay?" ”

Nameless slowly got up with the help of Jian Chen, looking at the Sword Saint not far away, although the other party was silent, his body was still standing like a sword, and he was proud.

He sighed:

"I thought that the sword twenty-two was not exhausted, and there should be sword twenty-three, but I didn't expect the sword master to realize this terrible sword technique at the last moment."

As he spoke, he coughed again, and his face was as pale as paper.

Jian Chen looked at the weak Nameless, and hurriedly took out the healing pill from his arms and fed him to take it.

After Jiang Yi waited for the pain in his brain to slowly subside, he hugged his fist at Nameless and said:

"I see that the senior's injury is not light, it is better to go back to recuperate as soon as possible, and Youruo and I will not bother."

Nameless and polite, he is now seriously injured, and he can only exert two layers of his skills, and he really needs to be healed urgently, so he nodded and said:

"Then we'll leave it at that."

With that, He Jianchen left.

Youruo looked at the backs of the two of them in the distance, and then looked at the body of the Sword Saint, and said quietly:

"Master, this is also seeking benevolence, he has been seeking swords all his life, and he can comprehend a sword twenty-three that is the best in ancient and modern times before he dies. defeated the nameless martial arts myth, and I think he will die without regrets. ”

Jiang Yi bowed slightly.

He originally thought that when the Sword Saint and the Xiongba were in a decisive battle, the onlookers of Sword Twenty-Three did not expect that the Sword Saint would realize this move in advance, and he also tried a knife on him.

He stretched out his hand and touched the cross sword marks on his forehead, and did not use his luck to completely heal them, but deliberately kept these two scars to remind himself: There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, and you can't be complacent.

After being silent for a while, Jiang Yi and Youruo returned to the city to sell a carriage, and then went to the coffin shop to buy a coffin, and then drove to the open space outside the city to bury the body of the Sword Saint.

Afterwards, the two drove the carriage and returned to Wushuang City with the coffin.