Chapter 111 is nameless, nameless

The Kyushu of the wild land was shaken together, this sword was cut out, and the sword qi between heaven and earth was dissipated, but this sword qi could be gathered but not dispersed.

In addition, there is a sense of grief, which spreads between heaven and earth, and the human race of the wild land all feels this grief, and this grief comes from the depths of the soul and from an inexplicable place.

This sorrow comes thoroughly, and it comes to the bone, and all who are alive will mourn, even if they are dead.

"Grief is inexplicable, good grief is inexplicable. "The sword style that Dugu Jian performed was not self-created, but learned from his former opponent, the master of the heroic sword.

Cheng Yun's heart also felt this grief, what emerged in his heart was the pain of separating from the tribe, and the sorrow of being separated from Xi Mengyao.

Dugu Jian is also grieving, what he is sad about is that there is no longer an opponent in the world who can compete with his sword, and what he grieves is the heroic sword master who once could fight with him.

At this moment, heaven and earth are in the same sorrow! Kyushu is in pain!

The heroic sword also felt this grief, and the grief it was sad that it would never see his master again, and with its own sadness, the heroic sword inexplicably promoted this grief to the extreme.

"If what the High Priest of the Star Clan said is true, if your spirit has not been completely extinguished, under your former sword style, will you not appear?" Dugu Jian's voice was amplified countless times by the spiritual power, and this voice sounded in the hearts of all the human races in Kyushu.

No matter what kind of cultivator it is, whether it is the Condensing Star Realm or the Scorching Sun Realm, even the Holy Soul Realm cultivator will be shocked by this voice.

"It's such a familiar voice, but why can't I remember, this voice is someone's voice!"

Outside the sword tomb, there was a young man with a long sword on his back, he was the sword cultivator Hualao who walked with Cheng Yun, he was blocked by the sword slave and was not allowed to enter.

"Nameless!Wake up!"

Dugu Jian's voice sounded again, and when Hua Lao heard the word "nameless", his heart was already turbulent, and for some reason, this name made him feel drowsy.

He seemed to see a bohemian middle-aged sword cultivator crisscrossing the heavens and the earth, holding a simple and unpretentious long sword in his hand, and anyone who stood in front of his sword was killed by the sword in his hand.

That middle-aged sword cultivator, like a sharp sword, his body moves, it is the sword movement, his eyes blink, it is the sword shadow, his mind moves, ten thousand swords shout together!

"Nameless!"

Hua Lao kept saying the name, and with each recite it, his consciousness blurred, and after half a pillar of incense, his own consciousness had completely fallen asleep, and in its place was a will that welled up from the depths of his soul.

"No name, no name! I am nameless!" Hua Lao woke up in an instant, and his voice changed from laughter to fullness.

When he woke up again, the heroic sword in Cheng Yun's hand suddenly flew out and flew towards Hua Lao outside the sword tomb, and he had already sensed the breath of its master.

"Nameless, you finally appeared!" Dugu Jian also laughed loudly, he pointed with one hand, and a spiritual power wrapped Cheng Yun, and the two of them swooped down and flew towards Hua Lao's place.

Cheng Yun's heart was also moved, he had already guessed from Dugu Jian's words that the person named Nameless was the owner of the Hero Sword, the person Dugu Jian was looking for.

"Juggernaut. Hua Lao, or Nameless, when he saw Dugu Jian, as if he had seen an old friend, he whispered, he called Dugu Jian a sword saint, not his name.

"I have comprehended the sword twenty-three!" Dugu Jian had a little pride in his words, he and Nameless met again, not mentioning old things, not mentioning grievances, only mentioning the things of the sword.

"I also realized the supreme sword way, the way of no self. Nameless smiled indifferently, and his appearance also changed from a young man from Hua Lao, to a middle-aged man.

Cheng Yun looked at Nameless, who had a black beard, his hair was messy but not messy, he was wearing a blue robe, his expression was not angry but self-assured, and the corners of his clothes were windless and automatic.

The heroic sword surrounded Nameless's body, constantly rubbing against Nameless's body affectionately, like a pet who loved his master.

Nameless stroked the heroic sword for a long time, and finally held the heroic sword in his hand, and he pressed the sword with his right hand, and pulled the heroic sword out of its scabbard.

This is the first time in countless years that the heroic sword has really been unsheathed, and the sword slaves in the sword grave have all felt the joy of the heroic sword.

"Old friend, I'm back. Nameless held the heroic sword and drew a sword, this sword has no power, and there is no sword qi sword intent, it is just an ordinary sword drawn by Nameless, this sword is telling the hero sword that its owner is back.

"You and I will eventually need to fight, you are reincarnated once, presumably for this battle! In this way, there is no need to say more, let's fight!" The peerless sword in Dugujian's body was taken out, and when the peerless sword saw Nameless, it also roared, and it recognized that Nameless in front of it was its master's opponent for countless years.

"Cheng Yun, you send back the sword spirit of the heroic sword, and walk with the sword saint, today you will be a witness, I will fight with him, and the defeated will no longer use the sword from now on. Nameless smiled slightly, he was both nameless and Hua Lao, so he naturally knew Cheng Yun's name.

"I have no objection to Cheng Yunjunior's assessment of the battle between you and me, but he doesn't know about the past entanglements between you and me, so I'm afraid that he will not be competent!" Dugu Jian had no opinion on the nameless proposal, but he still expressed his concerns.

Nameless touched his long beard, pondered for a moment, and said loudly: "This matter is easy to do, I can use the sword qi to take pictures and show him my past." ”

"Although the old man has never practiced the sword qi photography technique, he can still try it if you use it many times! The old man agreed to this matter. Dugu Jian nodded and said to Nameless.

Nameless lifted the heroic sword and slashed it in the air several times in a row, and one of his divine senses roared out along with the sword qi, leaving a ball of light in place.

Dugu Jian also raised the Wushuang Sword, and made the same number of strokes as Nameless, and a divine sense of Dugu Sword merged into the sword qi, juxtaposed with the light left by Nameless.

At the signal of Dugu Jian and Nameless, these two rays of light rushed towards Cheng Yun together, and when they arrived in front of Cheng Yun, they left behind the phantom of the two.

Cheng Yun felt two huge divine senses pouring into his sea of consciousness, and the lives of Dugu Jian and Nameless reappeared in Cheng Yun's sea of consciousness.

At the same time, in the Sword Tomb, all the sword cultivators were shocked, they had already discovered the departure of the hero sword, and they speculated.

There are many sword slaves of the hero sword, but none of them know what happened, and the six sword slaves led by the old man of the sword heart, the sword idiot has recovered his free body, and the other five people were stunned by the one-style sword sixteen of the Dugu sword, and they have not woken up so far.

At this time, it was already late at night, and the sky was full of stars, and the bright moon was bright, emitting bursts of soft moonlight.

Among the countless stars, there is a star that is particularly bright, that star exudes a faint sword aura, it is called the sword, it is the sword star among the 100,000 stars.

However, if the sword cultivator cannot condense the sword star when he is in the star condensing realm, it can be considered that this person's qualifications are limited in the way of the sword, and all powerful sword cultivators have condensed the sword star.

Among the sword tombs, the most powerful sword cultivator is the old man of the sword heart, he has condensed three sword stars, he is extremely talented in the way of the sword, and it is a peerless sword cultivator that is rare to see for thousands of years.

But in the sword tomb, no one knows that in the wild sky, there is not one, but two sword stars!

One of them, looming, if it is virtual, the sword aura emitted is pure and incomparably like the king of the sword.

The other is arrogant and lonely, as if it is at a great distance from the stars.

"Sword Star is back. ”

In the northern part of the wilderness, in the land of Beiju Luzhou, there is an extremely powerful tribe, this tribe is extremely deep, extremely deep, and even a medium-sized tribe adjacent to this tribe does not know that there is such a powerful tribe in the adjacent place of the tribe's station.

The high priest of the tribe, gazing at the sky, let out a long sigh after a long time.

"High Priest, are you mistaken!, Sword Star has never left, so why do you want to return!?" asked an old man beside the High Priest, who was also one of the priests of the tribe, but his status was far inferior to that of the High Priest.

"He really found his own life, but there can only be one sword star!" The high priest didn't pay attention to the old man's inquiry beside him, he looked at the stars in the sky, and let out a long sigh.

The priest looked towards the sky, and he found that next to the original sword star in the sky, there was an extra star that was getting brighter and brighter, and that star also exuded a faint sword aura, and its appearance seemed to be more pure than the original sword star.

"Two Sword Stars!?" the priest was astonished, in his mind, this was impossible.

"After tonight, there will be only one left. The high priest said solemnly, and then left towards the location of the tribe's residence, no longer paying attention to the stars in the sky, leaving only the stunned priest old man.