Yue Gu Han took out his sword.

For him, a sword is something that can be or may not be without.

So although there is nothing in his hand that can really be called a sword, he can still swing a sword.

And it is still a sword that can swing the supreme and subtle.

Dao Sheng frowned faintly, his sternum had been shattered, and most of the so-called organs that had been hastily pinched were also sparse.

But the Dao Saint never lived on this skin.

Today's situation is just a military dissolution.

The sky kills, and the stars move.

The ground is killed, and the dragon and snake rise to land.

People kill people, and heaven and earth repeat.

As long as all the special moves are strong enough to make a move, once they are shot, they will inevitably produce some kind of mysterious induction between heaven and earth.

This is the so-called sympathy between heaven and man.

Although the changes caused by the third sword of the Chengtian Sword Sect had not really unfolded, the Dao Saint had already felt a trace of dissonance.

This is the little taboo that exists faintly in Wuming's heart.

Dao Sheng is not afraid of Baizhang Huaihai, not afraid of Chu Fengge, and not afraid of anyone in this world.

This includes Yue Guhan.

However, there was something that really moved him.

For example, the third sword that Yue Gu Han was about to swing.

Wuming has seen a lot of swordsmen and seen a lot of sword moves.

Now there are not many swordsmanship that can move Wuming.

Yue Gu Han's third sword made Wu Ming, who was like a ghost, a little moved.

Only its profundity, so it becomes its right.

Yue Gu Han slowly ran the refined sword intent.

Today's Chengtian Sword Sect is far from the Bai Yujing Mengtong who was played with by the Dao Saint and wantonly intimidated between applause.

This last sword at the bottom of the box made Dao Sheng's heart faintly have a trace of enlightenment.

Maybe tonight, he is destined not to pass this hurdle.

People are born with joys, sorrows, loves, hatreds, and hatreds.

These feelings can inadvertently create wonderful martial arts.

For example, the ecstasy palm, such as the dream shattering knife, such as the forbearance of humiliation, such as the book of forgetting love.

Yue Guhan's Zang Feng was no exception.

His hands were clenched, and his eyes revealed a true piety.

The Chengtian Sword Sect is worshipping the void long sword in his hand with his sincerity.

This is not worshipping ethereal ghosts and gods, Yue Guhan is worshipping himself.

Worship his sword intent, worship the heart of the sword for decades.

All his emotions were mobilized by him, and then turned into fuel for the sword.

Love and hate are the edge, joy and anger become handles, love and hatred turn into blades, and sorrows and joys are used as sorrows.

All the feelings were ignited by piety at this moment and condensed into the most refined and pure sword intent.

Baizhang Huaihai's fist strength has not faded, but the sword intent of the Sword Sect has been revealed.

Yue Guhan stepped forward with a horizontal sword, took a light step and stepped in front of Li Xu, and held his left and right hands together and led downward.

The sword intent that had been refined to the extreme disappeared.

The Sword Sect was like a ridiculous clown, waving his arms exaggeratedly and performing a ridiculously embarrassing performance.

Li Xu's eyes showed a look of surprise. It was Baizhang Huaihai admiring through the emperor's eyes.

The Sword Sect's pure sword disappeared.

Between heaven and earth, in the universe, there is no such sword.

If you want to take it, you will give it. If you want to try the sword, you must first hide the edge.

Yue Gu Han's pure sword blade turned into nothingness, leaving only a trace of ethereal aura.

Wu Ming frowned, Dao Saint had already realized that no one could stop this sword.

Who can stop this non-existent thing?

The Taoist saint can't, the Buddha can't, and there is no one in the world who can.

Wu Ming decided to do something, no matter what, he couldn't sit back and watch Yue Gu Han finish this sword.

It's just that Shi Sheng's fist intent is still engraved in the fragile skin of the Dao Sheng, and it's too late to do anything more.

Yue Guhan's wrist shook downward, as if he was holding a huge meat cleaver, trying to cut through the thick skin barrier.

Good cooks know how to protect their blades.

The same goes for the Sword Sect.

At first, he swung slowly, but as time passed, the speed at which Sword Sect's wrist slid became faster and faster.

Finally, a trace of ethereal aura wrapped around Dao Sheng's body.

This is the mark, the Dao Saint has been locked.

The pure sword intent hidden in the void once again appeared in the world, and this time it directly penetrated the Dao Saint thoroughly.

A gap seems to have been torn between heaven and earth.

Under the guidance of Yue Guhan, the pure sword intent slashed the original order between all things.

The so-called heaven and earth, yin and yang, the five elements, earth, water, fire, and wind, all of them have disappeared under the shocking sword of the Sword Sect.

In the space through which the sword intent travels, only the pure sword intent exists, and there is nothing else besides it.

Wu Ming was directly exposed to this pure sword intent.

Yue Gu Han's hidden edge not only acted on his skin walking in the human world, but the pure sword intent hurt his deeper spirit.

That is the foundation of Wuming's walk in the world.

Dao Sheng was really injured.

Since Wu Ming Wancheng took that step back then, thousands of years have passed, and finally there is a person who has really caused harm to his essence.

That person was Yue Guhan.

Huaihai's eyes lit up, and Li Xu's eyes were also cold.

They all already felt that the aura of the Dao Saint was rapidly weakening.

Yue Gu Han's sword really made a contribution.

The sword of the Chengtian Sword Sect had already injured the foundation of the Dao Saint.

At the moment when he was pierced by this hidden blade, Wu Ming knew that he could actually be said to have died once.

The changes in the existence of the Dao Saint disappeared at that moment, the pure sword intent destroyed all the norms, and the foundation of the Dao Saint's existence was destroyed by Yue Gu Han in the most domineering form at that moment.

Dao Sheng can almost be said to have been killed once.

If it weren't for the fact that the pure sword intent hadn't worked long enough, Wu Ming might have really died.

Wuming's eyes wavered slightly.

Even if he has mastered the "root of the death of the living, the root of the life of the dead", he can go back and forth and truly transcend the Tao saint.

He also felt a hint of fear.

Dao Sheng didn't know what would happen if he faced this unavoidable sword again, whether he could carry it down, and whether it would usher in an unexpected end.

The next moment, Dao Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Yue Gu Han was crumbling at the moment.

This Chengtian Sword Sect seemed to have lost all his vitality after swinging this Tibetan Blade Sword, his eyes were closed, and his left and right legs were trembling uncontrollably.

The thirteen wounds caused by the Dao Saint before began to bleed again, and the injuries that had been suppressed by the Pure Skill had flared up again.

Finally, Yue Guhan fell.

The Chengtian Sword Sect, which had wielded a decisive sword, finally emptied all of its spiritual vitality and fell heavily to the ground.

Wuming looked at Dao Sheng, he knew that now was the best time to stifle this threat.

However, the Dao Saint could not continue.

His roots have been hurt by Yue Gu Han, and what to do at this moment is already more than enough but not enough.

What's more, the skin has been seriously damaged, and it is imperative to dismantle again.

Dao Sheng looked at Yue Gu Han, looked at the person in Tsing Yi, and looked at the Shi Sheng behind that person.

He turned around and left in the other direction.

That's the northwest direction.

Dao Sheng didn't do anything more, after taking over Yue Gu Han's sword, no matter what he did, he was already more than willing to do it.

Li Xu stood in the night, and Yue Guhan fell in front of him.

A great pain came from every part of the body, and the synaesthesia connected to Shakti was rapidly disintegrating. It seems that without the stimulation of the Dao Sage, the existence of the Buddha Sage has also become a problem.

Li Xu is now as uncomfortable as jumping from the warm water directly into the snowdrift naked.

I don't know why, when the connection was about to be severed, some information was transmitted through the special connection between Li Xu and Baizhang Huaihai, and this information was precious to Li Xu.

Bai Yujing's snow fell one after another, and this snow witnessed the duel between the first people in the world, and witnessed a battle between the peak of today's martial arts and the myth of martial arts.

The wind still sent a chill to the bones into this long cold night.

Dao Sheng is gone, Shi Sheng is gone, and in the quiet long night, except for Yue Guhan who fell and Li Xu who was standing, there were only two spectators left.

Liu Ziyue stood at a great distance and witnessed this battle, he stood on the roof of a private house, wearing a thick white robe, and his eyes were sharp enough to see the whole process of the two sides fighting.

The methods he showed just now undoubtedly benefited him a lot, and even now, he is still immersed in it and cannot extricate himself.

"Ziyue, have you seen enough?"

A silver-haired scholar with a young face and a head of silver stood behind him with his hands behind his back.

This scholar's question called Liu Ziyue back from his original reverie, and Liu Ziyue turned around and arched his hand.

"Master Feng. ”

"Just look at their stuff and don't get distracted. The "Feng Master" chuckled: "Let's go, we still have things to do in the northwest." ”