Nameless sword qi often shot down several ice swords in one piece, but as the scene stalemated, the ice swords that continued to fly out from behind Emperor Shakti made Nameless's face more and more ugly.

The nameless sword aura depends on him, but Shakti's icy sword is transformed from mist. So if this stalemate continues, Nameless knows that he has no chance of winning.

"Inexplicable swordsmanship, one sword becomes famous!" Knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, Nameless stepped a little longer, and his body passed through the sword composed of countless sword qi and cold ice, and shot straight towards the Emperor Shakti.

Nameless passed all the way, and countless sword qi gathered behind him, constantly fusing and blessing on the heroic sword.

Nameless flew faster and faster, and the hero sword in his hand suddenly turned into an illusory sword more than ten meters long.

Shakti stood silently, the icy sword beside him constantly dissolving under the nameless impact, but he stood there motionless.

"A sword to fame!" Nameless rushed in front of Shakti in an instant, and then stabbed out with a sword in his hand, stabbing straight into Shakti's chest.

"Ding!"

With a ding, the mist disappeared, and the sword qi beside Nameless also disappeared, and everything around him returned to calm.

The two of them stood opposite each other, while Nameless held the long sword in his hand, the tip of which pressed against Shakti's chest but could not penetrate it. Because I don't know when, Shakti's chest has been wrapped in blue ice, and it is difficult for the heroic sword to reach the blue ice.

Nameless looked at Emperor Shakti's chest confidently, you must know that now he has recovered his eight success powers, and this sword is an immortal golden body without a god, and Nameless is also confident that he can cut it with a sword.

"Boring!"

Shakti looked down at the tip of the sword on his chest, and then punched out in Nameless's wide eyes, slamming it into Nameless's chest and sending Nameless vomiting blood upside down.

"Ahem....." Nameless fell to the ground clutching his chest, while mouthfuls of blood were constantly being coughed up.

Although Shakti's martial arts are the same as Nameless in terms of class, after all, there is a difference of two small stages between S- and S+, and this is not a fantasy world where strength can break out at every turn.

So Nameless was defeated, and it was badly defeated.

"If you want to find no name, come to Tianmen..... Emperor Shakti ....."

The Lingyin Temple was silent again, and two lines of large characters were clearly engraved on the stone pillars of the pavilion..... At the foot of the Evil Emperor Peak, the Pig Emperor covered his face and walked towards the bottom of the mountain step by step. Because he always felt that Nie Feng's affairs were not so simple, and that Emperor Shakti also gave him a familiar feeling.

This feeling is very wonderful, and the Pig Emperor can't say why, but he wants to know, so he took advantage of Zhu Kunming's retreat and quietly left, left the third peak, and went towards the Tianmen that is now famous in the rivers and lakes, maybe there will be the answer he wants to know.

People's curiosity is unlimited, and the pig emperor usually looks very arrogant, and he looks like a butcher who kills pigs and sells meat. But this is just the appearance, because the Pig Emperor is a delicate person in his heart, and his intuition tells him that there must be a mystery hidden here, and this mystery is the truth he has been longing for.

The Pig Emperor left quietly, he heard the rumors of Tianmen in the rivers and lakes without inquiring along the way, and what is the origin of Tianmen, there are countless versions in the rivers and lakes. But the only thing that is the same is that the Heavenly Gate and the Emperor Shakti both seem to appear overnight. No one can say what the original situation was.

"Big news! Big news! I heard that the myth of martial arts is nameless, and now it has been captured by Emperor Shitian, the master of Tianmen Gate! ”

The pig emperor sat in a restaurant and bit the leg of mutton in his hand, but the conversation of several martial arts people next to him made him pause slightly.

"This little brother, come on, come on, sit down and have two drinks!" The pig emperor put down the leg of mutton in his hand, stood up and greeted several martial arts people behind him enthusiastically.

"Are you ....."

There were three knights with swords on their backs at that table, but these people were dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and the swords in their hands were just rotten street goods, and they looked unsatisfactory.

"My name is third, everyone gets together is fate, come over for a drink, let me also listen to the nameless story!"

Today's pig emperor is wearing a foreign suit printed with money, and his fat head and big ears really look like a rich family member who likes to listen to the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

Several martial artists glanced at each other, and they couldn't grasp the meaning of the pig emperor for a while.

"Little Er, serve wine, serve food!" The pig emperor patted the table and asked the shopkeeper to bring up the marinated meat as if it were not money, and finally hugged a large jar of rice wine.

After a while, the table was full of wine and food, and the faint aroma of rice wine also constantly aroused the wine insects of several Jianghu guests.

People in the rivers and lakes pay attention to drinking and eating meat in large gulps, but after all, there are only a few people who can reach this level. At least the three people in front of them are shy, in addition to a small jar of local wine, they also asked for two plates of peanuts and a small plate of fried soybeans in this restaurant, obviously the most miserable kind of people.

Looking at the good wine and food on that table, several people in the rivers and lakes swallowed their saliva. But after all, this pig emperor doesn't know anyone, and it's not easy to come forward for a while.

"What! Don't everyone dislike this wine and food is not good, and look down on my old pig! The pig emperor looked at a few hesitant Jianghu guests, picked up the leg of mutton and tore it off, and then drank a bowl of wine.

"This!" Several people glanced at each other, and one of them was thin and tall and couldn't stand it?? Unable to resist the temptation, he grabbed his weapon and shouted; "Brothers, walking, this person in front of me looks like a bold person, we have to give this face!"

"That's it, you give me face, I'll give it to you, so that everyone can have face!"

Several people grinned and said a few words of respect, and then picked up their respective weapons and sat next to the pig emperor, not even the peanuts and fried soybeans on their table.

The tall and thin man sat down on the table and picked up a pig's trotter and gnawed on it, while the other two looked at the movement of the tall and thin man and didn't care about anything else, and started to talk about the food and drinks on the table.

"Eat slowly, come, drink, drink!" The Pig Emperor picked up the wine bowl and gestured to the three of them, and then took a sip.

Four, you respect me, I respect you. After a cup of tea, he has already drunk three rounds.

"Brothers, I just heard you mention Nameless! Isn't that nameless a mythical master, how could he be captured by Emperor Shakti? After being full of wine and food, the pig emperor patted his big belly and asked a few people.

The cannibal has a short mouth, and the thin and tall man immediately put down the food in his hand after hearing the pig emperor's words, and whispered; "I don't know from outside, that Emperor Shakti is not an ordinary person. Not only is he proficient in the strengths of hundreds of schools, but many of the big factions in the rivers and lakes who came to him to question the origin of his martial arts have also returned one after another. I heard that even Wudang's real person Wudangzi didn't get out of his hands for a round! ”

(End of chapter)