Chapter 45, Sword Twenty-Three

A sword is cut off, and it is not a head. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's a sword.

The moment the Sword Saint took out his sword, Chu Feng had also taken out his sword, there was no sword aura like a waterfall, nor a sword aura as deep as a mountain, only a sword and a hand.

In one hand he held a sword, an unpretentious sword.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword instantly appeared in front of the sword master's sword, and the tip of the sword made a sharp and piercing sound in the air.

The sword is separated from the sword, and the man is separated from the man.

The Sword Saint still had a sword in his hand, Chu Feng still had a sword in his hand, and the swords of the two of them were not damaged in any way, so this decisive battle naturally had to continue.

The Sword Master didn't pause, he just stabilized his body, and swung out the second sword, the second sword was like a huge wave of the sea, one higher than the other, and it was overwhelming towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng didn't pause, his speed of sword was not slower than that of the Sword Saint at all, although there was no dazzling sword, nor was there a terrifying sword aura, only a simple and unpretentious sword, one move didn't seem to have any special moves, but it was this kind of move that blocked the Sword Saint's incomparable subtlety again and again, even Mu Yingxiong was not sure that he could crack the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

At this moment, the confrontation between the two looked strange and peculiar, so that Jian Chen couldn't even see the slightest mystery when he watched the sword fight between the two people, but he also knew that the sword fight between the two people must contain a lot of mysteries, but he couldn't see it, at least he could see that when the two clashed again and again, his master who was strong enough in the contemporary swordsmanship did not wrinkle deeper, and the cold sweat on his forehead became heavier, it was obvious that the swordsmanship of these two people had reached a point where it was in full swing.

Jian Chen was anxious and helpless, but he still didn't have any words, although he couldn't see any mystery in the confrontation between the two people, but he still forcibly memorized the moves of these two people swinging their swords, and went back in the future to ask the master of swordsmanship to give him the guidance of the ring. On the cliff, there was a clanging clash sound from time to time, the sound was not intense, and it even felt like a childlike joke, but at this moment, anyone should be able to see that both Dugu Jian and Chu Feng's foreheads were left with heavy cold sweat, and the terrifying sword qi in the moves used by Dugu Jian gradually disappeared with the time of the confrontation, and finally became the same as Chu Feng's moves, which looked unpretentious, simple and even a little simple.

At least in Jian Chen's eyes, no matter what move he used, he could definitely crack the move of either of the two. But these seemingly simple and even simple moves made the two of them seem more exhausted, as if every move they swung was as if they were using their lives, as if every move they swung determined their life and death in the next moment.

Jian Chen is different, Mu Yingxiong understands, but he has no words, and he has no time to speak.

In Jian Chen's eyes, both Chu Feng's moves and Dugu Jian's moves were simple and ugly, but in the eyes of Mu Yingxiong, the emperor of the sword, although the two were fighting against each other with moves, they were actually playing chess in the soul.

The confrontation between the two may still be a duel in moves at the beginning, but after Dugu Jian used six moves, the duel between the two has changed, not only in the duel in finding things, but also in the clash in the soul and the clash in the way of the sword.

This kind of slap looks like a child's trick, but once either side loses, it will either be a heavy blow or a tragic death, and there is absolutely no third possibility.

Therefore, when Mu Yingxiong witnessed this confrontation, there were layers of cold sweat left on his forehead, he wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to speak, and the confrontation between the two had fallen into an unprecedented state of anxiety.

Time and space seem to stand still at this moment.

Xue Yuan did not watch the battle with Mu Yingxiong and Jian Chen, but stood on a strange and secluded mountain rock overlooking this not exciting and even somewhat boring decisive battle.

Her teaching is extraordinary, whether it is martial arts talent or attainment, it is far from being comparable to today's Jian Chen, and even Mu Yingxiong's attainments in martial arts may not be comparable to this woman who looks no more than cardamom young.

At first, when Dugu Jian and Chu Feng fought, she still had a faint smile and playfulness, but as time passed, the smile on her face disappeared.

The sword technique used by Dugu Sword is the world-famous Holy Spirit Sword Technique in the past, but this Holy Spirit Sword Technique has been undergoing a very wonderful change in the hands of Dugu Sword in the early days.

Every move and style of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique is an absolute attack, indomitable, without any defense, and the purpose of this set of sword techniques is to defeat the opponent with a devastating attack.

The same is true for Dugu Jian's use of this set of swordsmanship, but this set of swordsmanship is used, although the sharpness on the sword is still the same, but every move and style seems to be contaminated with a kind of sadness and sorrow that sees through the world.

When Dugu Jian used to strike out the twenty-second sword, whether it was Xue Yuan, Jian Chen, or Mu Yingxiong, they couldn't help but recall a past period of things that they didn't want to recall but couldn't help but recall, a moment ago they were still engrossed in witnessing this decisive battle, but at this moment they were already unable to gather their spirits, and fell into an unprecedented emotional storm.

The twenty-second sword was sacrificed, and at this moment, it seemed that the entire heaven and earth were infected by this sword, and the heaven and earth were sad together, and all things were singing together.

Chu Feng's sword was unpretentious, and his moves looked ordinary and mediocre, but he was always decisive and quick, and there was absolutely no sluggishness or hesitation in every move and every move.

It was precisely because of Chu Feng's decisiveness and calmness that he could escape death again and again under the incomparable and exquisite Holy Spirit Sword Technique of Dugu Sword, but when Sword Twenty-two swung out, Chu Feng found that his person and his sword couldn't help but pause, and a thought appeared in his mind, although it was only a flash, but his sword did stop.

And the sword twenty-two of Dugu Sword had already struck in an instant.

The masters couldn't compete with each other for one move, so at this moment of distraction, Chu Feng had already lost the opportunity to attack, and he could only use his luck to fly backwards.

He retreated with his sword, and the Dugu swordsman also raised his sword, his steps were light, and the man stepped forward.

Dugu Jian looked at Chu Feng coldly, there was no emotion in his eyes, his person became a sculpture at this moment, but his body was much more flexible than anyone at any time, his wrist flicked, and a more obscure and more sad aura was suppressed by Chu Feng at this moment.

At this moment, the three people watching the battle all felt a suffocating despair at this moment, a despair that was worse than death.

At this moment, whether it was a traitor, Mu Yingxiong or Xue Yuan, they had already thought of death, but at this moment they had no way to make any moves, even if they wanted to die, their whole bodies could not move.

In this moment, their bodies and even their souls were eroded by despair.

"Sword Twenty-Three!" Mu Yingxiong looked up at Dugu Jian who swung the last sword and muttered to himself: "Is this a sword that shouldn't exist in the human world - Sword Twenty-Three?"

Sword Twenty-Three, this move does not have an unparalleled terrifying momentum, nor does it have unprecedented destructive power, only a kind of despair, a kind of despair that makes the body and soul feel powerless at the same time.

This move is no longer a simple sword move, this move has been infused with the sword soul of the swordsman, isn't this move the expression of the swordsman's own spiritual world?

Despair, an unspeakable despair, a suffocating despair.

At this moment, Mu Yingxiong's heart was already filled with this gray despair, originally he cared about the outcome of this sword fight, but at this moment there was only one person in his mind, only one person who had been dead for many years: Xiao Yu.

――The above is called liking someone? That is, before you see the other person, you don't know what it is, and after you miss it, you don't know what it is.

Mu Yingxiong muttered to himself, the eyes that were strong and did not leave tears even after the death of his parents had been blurred by tears at this moment, and one of his hands lay on the hard and rough rock, muttering to himself: "Xiao Yu, if I knew that you had me in your heart that day, how could I let you leave alone?"

At this moment, Mu Yingxiong's heart was full of vicissitudes and sadness, and his whole body was also shrouded in an incomparably sad aura, and Jian Chen on one side was also affected by the desolate pain revealed by the Sword Saint and Mu Yingxiong, and his whole person also seemed to be incomparably painful, although he didn't understand why he was so painful.

At this moment, there was another person who also looked very painful, but she just looked down at the jade pendant in her arms, which was not of the highest quality, and her tears did not even flow, but the memories of the past turned in her mind one by one.

The memory of the past had been sealed, but at this moment, the memory burst out with great power and broke through the shackles.

At this moment, this world was shrouded in desolation with the birth of Sword Twenty-Three.

Sword Twenty-Three has no moves, no moves, it seems that it is only a light once, he has no speed and no strength, but this move is more deadly than any move, he awakens the despair in people's hearts, and the grief in their hearts.

What move in the world could be more terrifying and mysterious than this one?

The sword master swung this sword, and swung the peak sword move that he had comprehended all his life, but his heart was empty, and his soul seemed to have been hollowed out by this sword, when his eyes saw the stone tablet engraved with Miyamoto Snow Spirit in the distance, his eyes flashed, and a smile appeared on a cold face that had not changed for thousands of years: "If there is no Miyamoto Snow Spirit, how can my heart be considered wholehearted, if there is no love, how can the Sword Saint be regarded as a real Sword Saint?" I finally understood, but unfortunately it was too late for the day. ”

He held the sword in his hand, but the man slowly closed his eyes.

When the Sword Master really closed his eyes for the last moment, there was an invisible light on his body.

At this moment, the Sword Saint's man and sword seemed to have turned into one, and they both turned into a sword, an incomparably brilliant golden divine sword.

The divine sword was shining with hundreds of millions of magnificent sword qi, and this sword headed towards Chu Feng.

This sword is the twenty-third sword, and it is also the sword master, this is the pinnacle sword of the sword saint's life, the most peerless and invincible sword.

This sword is destined to be a winner, even if there is no sword master in the world after this sword.

The magnificent sword was like the sun in the sky, eternal and unique, pouring down towards Chu Feng, who looked incomparably small, and in an instant, Chu Feng disappeared under the vast golden divine sword. (To be continued.) )