In the past few decades, the Master has never made a move, so that he is gradually forgotten by the people of the world, and even the people in the world of cultivation occasionally forget his existence.

In those legends and stories that only a few people know, the weapon used by the master is a stick, and Ning Que confirmed with his own painful experience that the master's weapon is indeed a stick.

The master didn't use a sword, since he wanted the god of light in the sky to see the sword of the world, then he could only borrow the sword, he stretched out his hand to the south, and a sword flew from the south.

That ancient sword came from the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion.

Sword Saint Liu Bai sat cross-legged on the edge of the pool, looking at the pool that had dried up in front of him, thinking about the ancient meaning that broke out of the pool and flew away before, he was silent and had a complicated expression.

Liu Bai was very weak and tired, he had been meditating on the side of the pond for many years, just to refine a real sword, and that sword contained all his sword intent and spiritual spirit.

In other words, that sword is his own, so it is the strongest sword in the world, at this time, the ancient sword left the pool, and his sword intent and spiritual spirit also left, naturally weak.

However, Liu Bai's face did not show any anger, but looked a little confused.

He is the strongest man in the world, his sword is unparalleled, but there are people in the world who can take his sword away at will from thousands of miles away, let alone stop it, he is not even qualified to express his opposition.

After a while, the look of confusion on Liu Bai's face turned into a slight excitement.

He had sensed whose hand the sword had fallen.

So he felt as honored and proud as the sword.

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The ancient sword broke through the clouds and came from thousands of miles away and fell into the hands of the master.

The Master's feet left the moor. Drifting into the sky.

The black robe whistled by the wind, reflecting the light in the sky, and turning those holy and fiery Haotian Divine Radiance into countless pieces of gold.

Ning Que hugged Sangsang and looked at the sky, his face full of shock.

The teacher finally made a move, and danced above the nine heavens with one move.

In his opinion. This battle, which is destined to go down in history and even become a myth and legend, is bound to be extremely magical and dangerous, and may even last three days, three nights or even years.

He only hoped that the teacher would win. Be safe.

And he didn't expect that this battle was completely different from what he imagined.

It started quickly and ended quickly. It's very simple.

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The black robe fluttered in the wind, and the master's figure swaggered away, already above the blue sky, he looked at the light and darkness in the sky, and casually waved the ancient sword in his hand.

Between the extreme light and the fading night, suddenly there was an extra sword mark, and the sword mark was extremely deep, as if it wanted to pierce the sky, like a deep ditch separating light from darkness.

Master's first sword, cut the sky.

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The god of light will stand on top of the golden chariot. The face was ruthless and ignorant, and the light saber in his hand more than ten miles long slashed towards the ground of the wasteland, with a sword blade dozens of zhang wide, pressing towards the master's body like a mountain.

Compared to the huge size of the golden dragon, golden chariot, and god of light on the heavenly dome. The Master, who was particularly tall among mortals, looked like a speck of dust suspended in the air.

Compared to that terrifying and huge lightsaber, the human sword in his hand was like a tiny root.

The Master raised the sword of the world in his hand and headed towards the lightsaber.

The sword of the world and the lightsaber came into contact, like a thin branch, and it was lightly scribbled on the Heavenly Forsaken Mountain.

The fine is safe and sound. But the mountains fell.

The lightsaber suddenly cracked, crumbling like an avalanche and scattering around the wasteland.

The sword intent in the master's hand was inexhaustible, and it seemed to be inexhaustible, passing through the hundreds of thousands of fragments of lightsabers that fell densely, striking at the golden chariot, and falling on the face of the Bright God General.

The God of Light added a very slight sword mark on that perfect face, so it became no longer perfect, and the ruthless and ignorant and indifferent face, because it was no longer perfect, the ruthless and ignorant became a little funny.

Titicata, a very small sound sounded, and there were more than 100,000 cracks on the face of the Bright God General, and those cracks spread to his majestic body, and the armor condensed by Haotian Divine Radiance also began to burst.

The God of Light will be like an ice sculpture, shattering in an instant, turning into countless transparent crystals, and falling towards the wasteland ground with a clattering sound, like a hailstorm, but the sound is more like a torrential rain hitting the eaves.

Those fine fragments of transparent crystals still contained the terrifying light and divine power, but they could no longer be combined into one, posing any threat to the master who held the sword of the world.

The fragments of the God of Light and the lightsaber kept falling on the ground of the wasteland, like a dense meteorite rain, dragging the tail of fire to fall, splashing countless smoke and dust, and igniting countless high-temperature blazing flames.

In the wasteland, countless people rolled in agony in the fire of divine radiance, and then died, turning into smoke and nothingness.

The god of light who indifferently overlooked the world a moment ago also turned into green smoke and nothingness at this time, and died.

The master's second sword, slashing the gods.

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The Master rose up to the wind, went straight to the height of the light, and stood above the head of the golden dragon.

The golden dragon roared angrily, swung its tail and struck, and the clouds dispersed and thundered, and the momentum was amazing.

The Master still stood on top of it, his black robe hunting in the wind.

The golden dragon looked back and bitten, and the master dropped his sword.

I don't know if it was because the master became extremely tall, or because the golden dragon became smaller at his feet, the sword of the world in his hand pierced into the neck of the golden dragon, and it was incomparably deeper.

The golden dragon roared and struggled desperately.

The Master's sword swam between the dragon's necks, and the scales peeled off.

The golden dragon became more and more painful, and the struggle became more and more intense, flying and rolling in the sky, with clouds and electricity around him, but he could not get rid of the sword of the world.

Countless dragon scales peeled off, like countless mirrors of light, slowly floating above the wasteland, falling towards the ground, reflecting the light in the sky. The whole world is illuminated as a river that is difficult to be quiet in the twilight.

Every time the dragon scales fall, a heavenly fire ignites on the wasteland.

Countless people howled and rolled in the heavenly fire, and then died in the clouds, turning into green smoke and nothingness.

The sword of the world circles the dragon's neck for a circle.

The golden dragon's head separated, and the huge dragon head and the dragon's body that meandered in the sky for an unknown number of miles suddenly suspended silently, and then collapsed like a river of golden sand. Sprinkle it out to the world.

Master's third sword, slaying the dragon.

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The master waved his sleeves, and the black robe rose in the wind.

His left sleeve swept the golden dragon's body into the northern night. The golden sand, which was decomposing and disintegrating, danced wildly in that night, and then exploded continuously.

Every grain of golden sand contains the purest and most terrifying Haotian Shenhui. Now it is completely burning, I don't know how much light and heat is born, and the dark night in the north is suddenly purified.

His right sleeve compressed the golden dragon's dragon head into a pure light cluster, and poured a palm into the top of Sang Sang's head, and the remaining cold aura in Sang Sang's body was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

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In the depths of the South China Sea, the waters in front of the Black Reef were tumbling from the scorching magma, spewing white water vapor into the sky. looked particularly uneasy, just like the mood of the Taoist in Tsing Yi at this time.

He looked at the north of this flat world, at the lightning that kept on and on, at the thunder that kept ringing, and was silent for a long time. Sighing and shaking his head.

In the depths of the Western Wilderness, the sound of the scriptures in the clouds and mist is slightly chaotic because of the generation of visions, and those yellow temples that are accustomed to silence do not seem to know what to express, just like the mood of the first lecture at this time.

He looked at the lightning over the Eastern Wasteland. The tired face looked more and more tired, and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead, and the lightning gradually stopped, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more.

Qingshan, who knew that he was guarding the watch, was silent at this time, full of dead silence and despair, and an old and mournful voice shouted with a cry: "If we can't kill him like this, what can we do?"

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The Bright God and the scales of the golden dragon descended from the sky and turned into a blazing Haotian Divine Fire, sweeping the humans on the wasteland ground, and in a very short period of time, I don't know how many people were burned to death.

Before this level of battle, all the forces in the world could only stand by, and today no one is qualified to watch at all, they can only be affected and implicated, and die regardless of faction.

Whether it is a desolate person or a Central Plains person, whether it is the Xiling Temple or the Demon Sect, as long as it is touched by those heavenly fires, it will instantly turn into a charred corpse, and then purify into green smoke and return to the void of silence.

When the Master fell to the ground of the wasteland, he waved his hand and there was a cloud of clouds, and when he moved his sleeves, the wind rose, and when he saw it, the rain fell, and in an instant a torrential rain fell on the wasteland, watering the fires of heaven and collecting smoke and dust.

The rain subsided, and the sky, which had been divided by light and darkness, returned to normal, revealing a clear blue sky with white clouds floating on it, and even a flock of sheep like clouds appeared in the distance.

"Sunset sand will open tomorrow? ”

The master looked at Bi Baiyun and shook his head, threw the sword in his hand to the south at will, and then took Ning Que and Sang Sang towards the black carriage with his hands behind.

The dazzling and terrifying light and coercion disappeared, the cold and terrifying night disappeared, and the hundreds of thousands of people in the wasteland gradually woke up, and they saw the tall figure and the black carriage that was gradually moving away.

People vaguely guessed what was happening, but they couldn't believe it, because not even the most secret texts and the most blasphemous dark history books recorded such a thing.

The war between the kingdom of God and the human world ended in victory for the human race.

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The ancient sword of the world, flew back to the Sword Pavilion of the Southern Jin Dynasty, fell from the mouth of the cave in the belly of the mountain, and quietly inserted into the bottom of the dry pool, and after a while, the pool water came out of nowhere, drowning the sword.

Liu Bai looked at the waterhole in front of him, knowing that he would never be able to use this sword again in his life, even if this sword was forged by his own hands and had been cultivated with spiritual spirit for many years.

Once the sea was difficult to water, this sword used the master, fought against Haotian's will, where would he be willing to be used by the laity, and would he be willing to fight in the world?

There was no disappointment and depravity on Liu Bai's face, only calm and awe, he tidied up his clothes, washed his face with a pool of water, and then bowed down to the northern wasteland.

He is the strongest man in the world, the proud sword saint Liu Bai, who has never respected people in this life, let alone feared people.

The only one who bows his head to the Master.

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The master of the dean of Datang Academy is a legendary name.

Although this name has gradually been forgotten by the world and many cultivators, in the minds of those truly powerful cultivators, this name has always been the most powerful name in the world.

Many people are wondering how tall the Master is.

They once thought that they could probably calculate how tall the Master was, and then they realized that they were wrong.

Liu Bai guessed that the master should be in the legendary realm of quiet and inaction because the master had not asked about the world for many years, but today he was shocked to find that he was still wrong.

Helan City Head.

Master Huang Yang looked at the blue blank clouds in the distance, and said with emotion: "In the spring of the thirteenth year of the Apocalypse, the academy opened, and His Majesty presided over the ceremony in the academy. ”

His Majesty the Emperor asked, "How does Aoyama answer?"

"The national teacher once said that the master is as tall as several floors. I said at the time that the second floor was already very high, and the master was actually as tall as several floors, which was really high...... However, it seems that we were still wrong. ”

"How tall is the Master?"

Master Huang Yang praised sincerely: "It turns out that the master is as high as the sky. ”

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