As Wutian chose to admit defeat, the flying swords that were still spinning and flowing rapidly a moment ago stopped directly, and they fell straight to the ground like pieces of abandoned scrap iron, making a clanging sound, and everyone first breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then they were stunned again.

Finally, he asked the Enlightenment Dao invaded by the Wutian Sword Sea to sit in his dust, countless pale filaments completely enveloping his entire body, looking extremely tough.

It turned out that the dust that could be grasped by him with one hand had become many times larger, and its handle turned into a huge silver-white disc, dragging Enlightenment in the air, floating silently, motionless.

When all the winds had completely subsided, the pale filaments that were tightly wrapped around Enlightenment dared to slowly loosen, and the man with the mask on half of his face inside was unharmed, not even half of his hair was blown up.

He straightened his bent legs, stood up unhurriedly, and then jumped straight down from mid-air like a feather, and landed firmly on the ground, with a faint smile of politeness on his face.

The faces of the nuns who had become unearthly instantly showed an aunt-like smile, and in fact, a few of them were even directly smeared with a layer of shame on their faces.

Regardless of their gaffes, they began to wink at the white-shirted Enlightenment, secretly sending autumn waves, where is there still a half-out meaning.

Wudao saw that although these nuns felt disgusting in his heart, it was not written on his face, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the dust that had become huge had been held between his palms again before everyone came to their senses.

The name of the dust whisk in his hand is to sweep away all the dust and dirt in the world, and to slay evil and eliminate demons for the righteous path.

Today's world has long been the peaceful and prosperous era of Haiyan Heqing, and the monarch of the contemporary dynasty is also a rare real Ming monarch within half a year, he is deeply loved and respected by the people of the world, and is called the Taiping Emperor.

Everyone knows that today's Tianxie Dynasty is a prosperous dynasty with no ancient history.

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Wait, then again, Wutian, who thought he had lost face in front of everyone, quickly left in frustration after knowing that he didn't hurt half of his brother's hair this time.

This battle can be regarded as the end of the battle, and the result is naturally very clear, which means that the enlightenment has once again won the victory effortlessly.

There is no distinction between Wutian and Wudao, if Wutian is the sharpest sword that Tianyi has polished, then Wudao is like the strongest shield that Tianyi uses to dispel the overly piercing edge of Wutian's sword.

The sharpest sword can never pierce the strongest shield.

Therefore, Wutian will appear frivolous, and Wudao will appear calm.

Wutian and Wudao often appear together and then disappear together, and this time is no exception.

After the battle ended, the two quickly turned around and left, leaving only a messy endgame.

On the broken stone slabs were dozens of long swords scattered and scattered.

The strange stone platform is very large, and the central position of the two people's fighting methods is constantly far from the disciples on the viewing platform.

As a kendo monk with ten thousand swords, it must not be difficult to watch the battle from a distance of several miles, but it must be very difficult for them to come to the stage to pick up those swords that they abandon without hesitation.

It's a shame.

Although they knew that they definitely didn't have the cultivation to let the sword fly back on its own, it didn't affect their dying struggle.

One by one, they all exerted their strength to feed, trying to bring their sword luck back to their side, but to no avail.

The so-called "Blood Mark" ceased to exist the moment Goten borrowed the sword, and Goku even deliberately used Dao power to consume and hide their mental pain, so as not to make their expressions look too ugly.

But now the swords of these self-proclaimed great swordsmen have finally become gloomy and dripping, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords, who have no swords, can only walk step by step to the center of the strange stone platform to pick up swords.

In the end, they finally compromised with their swords, got up one after another, and without losing their manners and without using light skills, took the steps under their feet to the maximum, retrieved their swords one by one, inserted them into their sheaths, and then continued to sit silently.

The sharp energy on the bodies of these disciples who carried swords all day long has now been rubbed to the brink.

Goten told them what it means to be arrogant.

Originally, I thought that the battle between Wutian and Wudao would definitely be shocking and crying ghosts and gods, but in fact, they couldn't fight for a long time.

It's not that it's not exciting enough, it's that it ended too quickly, and before everyone else had seen it, or even seen it clearly, it was already over.

Wutian is still that Wutian, and Wudao is still that Wudao.

But no one dared to say that the new disciples of the Ziwei Sect were so-called green and yellow.

Here, the Wanjian Sect, which has always wanted to seek the low position of the overlord of the four major sects, touched the ashes on their faces, and they were like clowns jumping off the beam, coming here to see their jokes.

The meeting is not over yet, and it is still very early.

Someone couldn't help but stand beside Su Wu, and asked him suddenly: "Do you want to go up and show a few hands and show these little scraps who have never seen the world the real thing." ”

"It's too early, let's do it last, so as not to disturb everyone's Yaxing. Su Wu also muttered in his ear.

"Not bad, either. Under the gaze of countless people, he touched the boy's head, as if to give him some courage.

These movements are very dazzling in the eyes of the mayfly, but there is nothing they can do.

All the lives of a monk should be determined by his own cultivation.

Before that, there was another person who also wanted to fight.

This is the moment.

The name of the su yu comes from his saber su yu, and the reason why it is called su yu is because it is a sword that is extremely strange.

It was a sword as thin as a cicada's wing, and it was lying quietly on his right shoulder, asleep soundly.

It looks like a spring cicada, but in fact it is a spring cicada, but this spring cicada is different from other cicadas, it is a unique spring cicada.

Because it was born in the Grinding Knife Forest, it is important to note that it has lived in the Grinding Forest for more than 20 years and is still full of life.

It was no longer a Xu Xuan, but it was only called a Xuan by his master, and later his master simply changed its name to Xu Xuan.

All these stories just come from a spring cicada, a grass mustard life that no one usually cares about.

Xu Yu was a direct person, and it didn't take long for the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to stand on that Tai Chi and start naming names.

"Dao Xisheng, come out and fight me. He deliberately raised his voice very high, as if he was afraid of a haughty challenge that someone would not hear.

There were too few and too few distinguished guests who knew this person in the field, and if he hadn't walked out of Mo Daolin not long ago, no one would even remember his existence.

Therefore, he has to draw his sword in a crowded place, so that it will be seen by more people.

Since he wants to draw a sword, he must find an opponent who can match each of his swords.

This person is Dao Xisheng.

Dao Xisheng, who had also been in retreat for a long time, was his closest Taoist friend, although now Dao Xisheng seemed to have completely forgotten the previous stories.

But his sword will not forget.

Dao Xisheng, who was like a child's temper, heard someone calling his name, and quickly jumped over.

He opened his eyes wide and whispered, "Big brother, do you know me?"

After being reborn, Dao Xisheng can really sprout a pool of blood.

"Of course we know, we used to be brothers and sisters. Xu Yu's eyes suddenly looked at this little child who was so cute that it was harmless to humans and animals, and it was really difficult to associate it with the calm and generous brother he once had, but he still told the truth, they were once indeed close.

"Well, why does the big brother want to fight with me?" Dao Xisheng's innocent eyes were still full of doubts.

If it was in the past, Su Yu would definitely draw his sword impatiently, but now it is different, his name is Xu Yu, and his brother's name is also Dao Xisheng.

Maybe it's really hard for them to go back, but the sword will never change.

"You'll know when you fight, and we'll get to know each other better after you fight, and my brother comes to play with you every day. Okay, okay?" said a rare patient speech, but this time he said many, many things at once.

"Okay, then I'll play a game of fighting with my big brother, but I might break my brother. Dao Xisheng suddenly laughed, and his smile was full of the loneliness and confusion of a child.

"It's going to be fine, just play games together. ”

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The stone slabs that were originally destroyed inch by inch have been restored to their original state, and the people standing in front of them have also been replaced.

Dao Xisheng was empty-handed and did not bring any magic weapons.

This made the disciples of Wan Jian feel nervous, they hugged their swords tightly, and some even hid it in their clothes, they didn't want to make a fool of themselves for the second time, if today's scandal spread out, it would be enough to greatly reduce the prestige of their sect, if it was still ugly, how could it be done?

Dao Xisheng also wants to borrow a sword, but what kind of sword he wants to borrow will naturally be revealed later.

It is indeed a very strange thing for two people without swords to stand up and talk about the sword competition.

But it won't be long before they're stunned again.

The swords of Dao Xisheng and Xu Yu were swords that none of them had ever seen before, but they were indeed first-class swords.

Just when everyone was confused, the spring cicada on the shoulders fluttered its wings and slowly flew up, it flew higher and higher, faster and faster, and finally its small wings suddenly grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually became huge.