"Good, good luck. Looks like a trick has to be made. "The swordsmanship that Jing Ming performed just now is indeed exquisite and spicy, and can kill most of the innate powerhouses, however, what he is most powerful is that he is the master of the inheritance of the sword, the sword is not a sword, when that sword is cut out, it has surpassed the sword itself, and has reached a non-sword level, making the whole person look like a god.

Jing Ming's confidence has created his strength and majesty, and his cold face is frosty, like the frost and snow of the cold winter moon, without half of the emotions of the world.

"What is this?"

Some people looked puzzled, shocked in place for a long time, unable to make a sound, and in their minds, all kinds of things echoed in front of them, but they couldn't describe it in words.

"The way is not the way, the way is very good. The sword is not a sword, it is a very sword. This should be the supreme mastery of the 'Northern Sword God', abandoning the seven emotions and six desires, and slashing immortals with one sword. ”

If it is said that the killing swordsmanship belongs to the pinnacle of mortal swordsmanship, then the true meaning of the sword path formed by the absolute swordsmanship has reached the point of being like a god and an immortal, not like mortal martial arts.

"Sword intent?"

In Jing Ming's body, Jun Wudao clearly felt the true meaning of a sword, commonly known as sword intent, in the novel, the martial arts world can comprehend the existence of sword intent, and it is definitely a character at the level of awesome, however, today there is such a peerless Tianjiao, but it is about to fall into his own hands.

Killing a genius with his own hands, seeing the sword is not a sword, I have to say, it is a very comfortable thing, Jun Wudao's mood set off ripples, and said excitedly: "Make a move! Let me see, your extremely sublimated swordsmanship." ”

"Don't worry, if you die, I'll bury you. If I lose, then I beg you to grant me one condition. ”

Heroes always cherish each other and kill each other, like Li Yunlong and Chu Yunfei, like Cao Mengde and Liu Xuande, like Ye Gucheng and Ximen blowing snow.

Now, the snowflakes are flying, and the two are standing on the high wall, neither of them moving first, both looking at each other.

For the first time, Jun Wudao was a little nervous, looking at the young man in front of him with a solemn expression, thinking, if he didn't have the power of the system, would he have such a powerful and amazing talent to duel with him?!

Obviously, the answer is, it can't be beaten.

However, with the power of the system, Jun Wudao knows that although the ending is already doomed, every genius is worthy of respect, especially if he is your enemy.

Geniuses deserve to be buried, this is the tacit understanding between Jun Wudao and the two people.

The momentum of the two people gradually climbed to the peak, and the wind and snow that had stopped around for a long time gradually flew up, and the snow-colored light shone under the sky, looking silver-covered and extremely enchanting.

However, everyone knows that the blizzard is pouring, the murderous aura is lurking, and the double dragon is fighting, and there will be a situation of death, which is heavily pressed on everyone's hearts, and the tense atmosphere is shortness of breath.

It actually made many martial arts powerhouses feel an inexplicable chill, shivering in the cold wind.

"This is my sword, Ling Xiao. Whenever I hold Lingxiao, I have infinite ambition, knowing that talent is only the foundation for us to be able to explore the way forward, and only by practicing hard can we bring our talent to the limit and not let myself down. My condition is that if I die, then please take him and find the next master for him. ”

Jing is conceited, arrogant, insidious, he is an out-and-out genius, knowing, there is no absolute, even if he has hole cards, but Jun Wudao is not, he knows, there must be.

Fighting for life and death, the head fell to the ground, he was not afraid of death, but he was unwilling to let his wish not be fulfilled.

Therefore, he needs someone to carry on his last wish after his death, to climb to the end of the sword path and rise above the heavens.

The geniuses who can stand out from the crowd are all arrogant, have online IQs, and are extremely talented.

"I agreed. ”

Jun Wudao has never been a genius, nor has he ever experienced the taste of genius, but he can understand that penance will be successful, and that is enough.

Without too many words, the two of them moved.

The long sword in Jing Ming's hand groaned, the wind and snow around him stopped, the wind and snow flew and could not touch his body at all, a sword flew out, like the avenue of extinction of heaven and earth, sitting and watching the world of clouds and clouds of immortals, heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

A sword that is extremely sublimated, perhaps in other immortal worlds, is not too terrifying and subtle. However, in such a mortal dust, it is already the real pinnacle, a sword breaks through the air, breaks through the shackles, and kills all the "lovers" at the end of the world.

Jun Wudao does not dodge or dodge, and intends to directly resist this trick and experience this, so that life is extremely bright.

Stepping out, the muscles and flesh agitated, the qi was like a dragon and tiger, like thunder, fierce and domineering, the big hand was raised, a punch was blasted out, the air roared endlessly, and the sword was met.

"Boom!", Jing Ming's body was shocked and flew out, the muscles and veins in his body were broken, a huge hole was exposed in his chest, red and white blood flowed on the earth, and his breath was cut off.

The wind and snow returned to its original state, covering his body with a little white snowflake, and it was desolate and unusual.

A generation of geniuses who comprehended the true meaning of kendo fell into this small city like this, and many people who saw this scene were scared and turned away directly, not daring to stay here again.

They knew in their hearts that this time the Feng family was finished, not only the Feng family was finished, but many people were going to be unlucky, the disciple of the Sword God died, this was a big thing that broke the sky.

Izumo Country, who doesn't know the sword god of the northern land, has not made a move for thirty years, but there are already vague rumors of the supreme martial arts.

At this moment, his most proud disciple of Tianjiao died in Jinghua City, and it is strange that the Northern Sword God does not retaliate madly.

While they were afraid, they also looked at Jun Wudao with some doubts, guessing what the origin of this obsessed young man was, and what kind of force could cultivate such a world-class celestial pride. The young man who came out of thin air, with the posture of killing the disciple of the Northern Land Sword God with a single punch, must be a blockbuster, shaking the entire martial arts rivers and lakes of Izumo Country, and even the other martial arts around Izumo Country are going to be shocked.

The people of the Feng family were the last to react, and they thought that the battle would be won, but they ushered in an unprecedented blizzard, and their expressions were extremely desperate.

"He's hurt. ”

Some sharp-eyed people found that there was a shallow sword mark on Jun Wudao's neck, and a trace of blood flowed out, dripping to the ground, blending into the snow, snow-white snowflakes, scarlet blood, forming a bewitching beauty.

"I will find a suitable master for your sword. ”

Jun Wudao touched the scars on his neck, and a milky white light emerged from his hand, wrapping those scars, only to see that the split flesh and blood gradually began to heal, and finally recovered as before, as if it had never happened, and then, with heavy steps, walked over, picking up Jing Ming's corpse and Ling Xiao.

"Kill!"