In his blue eyes, he was in full bloom.

And in the eyes of Xue Wuxian in front of him, darkness and treachery flashed in the chaos.

"That's right, since the establishment of the Divine Sword Sect, it has been to improve its swordsmanship. But no matter how you refine your swordsmanship, you have to have the existence of the Divine Sword Gate!"

Xue Wuji's tone was very slow, like a mountain peak rumbling over. In front of the Tongshen Pavilion under the bright sun, the atmosphere became heavy because of Xue Wuxian's words. The onlookers already knew that the two people fighting on the field now were the two most powerful peerless masters in the Divine Sword Sect, which was once the number one in the world.

represents the orthodox Xue Wuxian.

Representing the right path of 10,000 people.

The two of them, in today's world where swordsmen are declining and boxers are thriving, can be said to be the ultimate in swordsmanship, right?

At this time, only one of them is destined to live.

The heavy atmosphere lasted only a second before it was broken by the whispers that spread in the crowd, onlookers are the first nature of human beings, in the devastated days after the end of winter, the common people rarely have a gladiatorial battle to watch, can relax, naturally get excited, completely ignoring the duel between the two swordsmen, wrapped in a sect from prosperity to decline, from glory to dust tragic journey.

Those who have survived the winter of extinction have long forgotten their sects, inheritances, and glory, and abandoned most of the excellent qualities of human beings, all for survival? No, everything is for survival.

"Kill!"

"Kill each other!"

"Kill a real number one master in the world!"

Whispering turned into whispered talk, and whispered talk suddenly turned into shouting slogans. As if the bonfire sacrifice of a primitive tribe, the people around him blushed excitedly, craned their necks and shouted, instigating, completely ignoring the blades of the two swordsmen's right hands, hovering over the life and death of a former world's largest faction.

"However, the current Divine Sword Sect, even if it exists, is it meaningful and meaningful?Is the Divine Sword Sect of your leader still the Divine Sword Sect?" Wan Xiang asked the question he had always wanted to ask, or rather, he had always wanted to touch Xue Wuji's conscience through this question. He still naively thought that under Xue Wuji's iron-like appearance, there was still a little soft sense of justice and conscience.

But he was disappointed.

"The Divine Sword Sect of the leader of this seat, why is it not the Divine Sword Sect? The Divine Sword Sect in the hands of this seat is the Divine Sword Sect of the largest sect in the world! It is the supreme Divine Sword Sect! The ancestors and the ancestors (slip of the tongue, it should be listed as the ancestors) have never developed the Divine Sword Sect to such a big scale and lifted the sect to such a height!"

"But what about your Zhenpai Treasure Book? What about your "Guanlan"? Don't tell me, you dedicated "Guanlan" to your master, so that he can use such a righteous sword technique to slaughter the people of the Central Plains!"

The words of ten thousand people froze Xue Wuxian without a trace.

The current head of the Excalibur Sect seemed to suddenly solidify into a metal statue, and he froze in place without saying a word. He was silent for a full five seconds, and in those five seconds, there was not even a trace of biological activity in him, it was really like a machine that had been cut off from energy.

Three seconds later, the metal statue slowly "came to life" as if it had been forced to restart. Xue Wuxian pretended to be calm, and retorted in an indifferent and stiff tone.

"What about you? Aren't you an outcast, a lost dog who fled for his life?

"My qualifications lie in the fact that I can use the Guanlan Sword Technique now, and I am happy to pass it on to my disciples and grandchildren. The tone of the crowd was quite relaxed, and it was completely inevitable that there was a hint of disdain in his relaxation.

Xue Wuxian was silent for another three seconds, he lowered his metallic eyes, his dark red eyes almost narrowed into a slit, and said solemnly:

"You did keep the treasures of the ancestors and ancestors, and I admit that, but if you do this, you will only make the Divine Sword Sect face the disaster of annihilation, in fact, nothing has been saved. Although I didn't keep Guanlan, at least, I fulfilled the last wishes of my ancestors and ancestors, I developed a more powerful sword technique, I also kept the sect, and made his heart bright, I think, I should be qualified to judge you as a traitor to the sect!"

Wan Xiang's eyes widened slightly, with a hint of disbelief, and a little panic and anger in his expression: "You really dedicated the "Guanlan Sword Technique" to the slave of Jianzhou?"

"Not bad. Shenjian Gate can't live forever only on "Guanlan". Xue Wuxian pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a hard smile. He held the hand of the hilt of the sword, and with a slight force, he pulled out the brass long sword again: ""Guanlan" is just a shadow that needs to be shaken off for me, I can study a more powerful swordsmanship than him, and that is enough, although you live with the rules of the ancestors and ancestors, it cannot be regarded as your fault, but you are no longer suitable for this era, you have been eliminated." ”

Ten thousand people burst into the hand holding the hilt of the sword, but they did not draw the sword, as if they were frantically suppressing the anger and panic in their hearts: "Xue Wuxian, you are simply deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors! Even the master has never thought of cooperating with the demons!"

"Is Jianzhou Nu'er a demon? Why don't I know?" Xue Wuxian sneered, and the speed of drawing his sword suddenly accelerated, and a subtle sword drawing technique, along with the first form of his self-created Dream Snow Cold Light Sword, suddenly struck.

"You!" Wan Xiang was so angry that the sudden attack of the opponent didn't even make him react well, and King Cang saw a violent fight at first, but he was shocked away by a huge mechanical thrust.

"How? This is the one below, Dream Snow Cold Lightsaber. You are also a great master in the field of swordsmanship, how do you think it compares to "Guanlan"?" The moment when ten thousand people were knocked out of the tofu, Xue Wuxian stepped forward, and the brass scene in his hand suddenly turned into thousands of silver and bright filaments, with a series of cold metal reflections, woven into a net, enveloping ten thousand people.

Ten thousand people opened their mouths, but they didn't spurt out a mouthful of blood, and they didn't say a word, and his right wrist suddenly exerted force, and a tragic light erupted from the swallow of the scabbard. At the same time as the attacking Xue Wuxian was unfolding the sword technique, he turned into a laser-like, huge sword ray, and slashed down fiercely.

Time and space are separated, the flood is divided, the sun is extinguished and the moon is sinking, and the heavens and the earth are destroyed. That faint blue sword light, like a dimensionality-reducing strike-like interstellar weapon that destroyed an entire civilization, almost shrouded Xue Wuxian and the Tongshen Pavilion behind him, compressing them into a two-dimensional plane together. Mengxue Han's lightsaber shattered, and today's knight, whom Xue Wuxian was proud of, declared his fall at the same time as he exerted his power for the first time. The three-hundred-and-two-style Dream Snow Cold Light Sword was completely cracked by an unimaginably powerful sword technique before it could be fully displayed.

The sword handed out by ten thousand people was almost drenched by the swordsman's standard, he did not look for possible flaws in Xue Wuxian's body, because the moment he swung that sword, Xue Wuxian was already full of flaws, loopholes, and weaknesses everywhere, because even if Xue Wuxian used the tip of the sword to resist, it was impossible for me to block this sword of ten thousand people.

This sword is a sword that completely unifies strength, skill, faith, momentum and spirit, and completely fuses a swordsman's body, heart, action, and life into a long sword, and a sword that completely unifies almost all the mysteries of swordsmanship in the world.

His sword is a forbidden technique, a forbidden spell, a secret method, and the ultimate that can be pursued in the world. His sword is almost the end of the sword, and his sword is really the end of time and space.

It was the sword of time and space, the sword of detachment, the sword of fate, but sadly, that sword still had no name.

At that moment, even the sun's rays became extremely dim, and in the space that the sword light slashed through, there were only blue scorches of destruction, and even time and space had been burned out, leaving only ashes. Half of Xue Wuji's body was unfortunately shrouded by his sword light, and in the exclamation of the onlookers, the rusty stone visible to the naked eye decayed and turned into flying ashes, and at the same time, half of the Tongshen Pavilion was shrouded, and half of the mansion suddenly collapsed in half, and the half turned into dust silently, as if in the blink of an eye, the mulberry field is in the sea, the lonely peak becomes a secluded valley, and the long river becomes a sandy plain.

It was a long moment, as long as a dark week. When the ten thousand people put down the sword in their hands, a huge ravine with a length of 3,000 meters had already appeared on the street, and on the edge of the ravine, only half of the body of Xue Dazhang was barely independent on one leg.

Blood seeped out from the cut surface, and then, in the red blood that flowed down, the silver-white metal wriggled wildly, and it didn't take a few breaths for his wound to heal again. Xue Wuxian seemed to liquefy in an instant, and then solidified in an instant, his body was shortened by more than half at once, but he barely grew limbs, and as for the brass long sword in his hand, only a little half was left in his hand.

"Dream snow and cold light, but that's it. The sound of 10,000 people rang out leisurely, pulling the surrounding spectators back to reality. The faces of the onlookers turned pale one by one, and it looked like those people had suddenly put on chalk-colored masks, and the huge ravines completely ran through the entire street, even extending all the way to the gate of the military horse farm behind the Tongshen Pavilion. In the half-collapsed Tongshen Pavilion, many trembling figures also appeared.

The low wailing sounded sneakily, but no one wanted to seek justice for the victims, and it was normal for the masters to duel and harm the pond fish, and it was even a kind of glory for some demon masters! In this era when the big fist is the truth, thousands of people want to become such a famous and strong person, and their own hands are the privilege of walking.

Reparations do not exist.

"You're a forbidden book, right?" Xue Wuxian, who had been silent for almost ten seconds, finally said a word. There was no joy or sorrow on his iron-colored face, and no emotion could be heard in the metallic voice, he was like a robot at this time, emotionless, with only a task in his head. But the strange thing is that Wan Xiang can feel the jealousy and unwillingness in her heart.

"Forbidden, it's not like you don't know the rules set by the host!" He paused, put the radiant and powerful sword back into its scabbard, and then said heavily:

"Of course, judging from the current situation, you have already forgotten all the rules set by your ancestors, right? The Divine Sword Gate that does not keep the precepts is similar to the Hanshan Temple that does not keep the precepts, ha. ”

His words can be said to be very hurtful, the Hanshan Temple that does not keep the precepts, that is the Heavenly Evil Temple.

Xue Wuji's metal surface had slowly turned red, and it seemed that when he was angry, even if it was a metal body, the temperature would rise. His voice was even more sonorous and harsh, as if two metal grinding wheels were wearing each other:

"The surname is Wan, don't get an inch!"

"Come on, Lao Xue, I won't say anything else, just say just now. I have already demonstrated a truly innovative swordsmanship in front of you, and it can be regarded as the obligation of a true disciple to fulfill the master's last wish, and your so-called swordsmanship, in my opinion, is nothing more than a chic mess of garbage. So in this comparison, how can you say that you have inherited the mantle of the Divine Sword Sect?"

The interrogation of thousands of people made Xue Wuxian even more red. "At least I'll be able to carry forward the Excalibur!" he argued, and then yelled at the half-collapsed Tongshen Pavilion, "Pass the sword!"

"Pass the sword!" Xiao Huangmen's sharp voice sounded like an alarm, but the long sword was not delivered to him for a long time.

"Divine Sword Gate, carry forward?" Ten thousand people were full of doubts in my tone, obviously he couldn't connect the two words well: "Are you sure that you are carrying forward the Divine Sword Gate? Your so-called Mengxue Cold Light Sword is just a random combination of swordsmanship that you learned from nowhere, and there is no one and a half moves at all, which is related to the kung fu of the Divine Sword Sect, not to mention inheriting the essence of this once great righteous path sect! "Sword Mang" and "Guanlan" These hand-me-down swordsmanship, as the master of the sect, since you voted for your so-called master, I'm afraid you haven't used it again, right? Old Xue, Lao Xue, think about it carefully, is the Divine Sword Gate in your hand still a Divine Sword Gate? The Divine Sword Sect that inherited the "Forty-Four Paths Soul Chasing Death Sword" is just another fanatic faction that uses swords!"

The words of tens of thousands of people completely made Xue Wuxian speechless, and of course he was shameless. The number one master in the world of metal texture could only stand in place in a daze at this time, waiting for Xiao Huangmen to trot up with a long sword.

There was another discussion around him, and although the sound was as low as a mosquito, it stinged like a needle prick in Xue Wuxi's ears. The spectators didn't talk about it well, but they just laughed at him for being the head of the Divine Sword Sect, and he actually lost his own martial arts, and he was so depressed that he wanted to learn the basic magic skills of other sects!

This practice is like begging on the street. Although the "Forty-four Ways of Chasing Souls and Killing Sword" of the fanatic faction has a great reputation in the rivers and lakes, it is only because the swordsmanship is still powerful and easy to cultivate, compared with the "Sword Mang" that the Shenjian Gate should have, the power can only be described as miserable, let alone "Guanlan".