The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"Brother Yun, what is the sword path you have been adhering to all this time? Sword cultivators... What is the path that sword cultivators have been pursuing and adhering to? What is the reason for us to persist until now and fight here?"

The woman in the white dress, pure and elegant, had red bloodstains on the corners of her lips, her cheeks were as pale as paper, and her body was like a weak willow in the wind, as if she was seriously injured. The long wind blew past, and the white gauze skirt fluttered, making the beauty look more and more weak and slender, like catkins in the wind, which could capsize at any time.

On the battlefield, there were broken corpses and broken magic weapons flying everywhere, some of them were from enemies, some were from fellow cultivators, or a bloody hand, or a head with red eyes wide open, or a broken sword...

In this vast and boundless land, because it was opened up as a battlefield, the land has been stained red by the blood of cultivators from both sides. The green grass that was originally full of vitality is gone, replaced by blood and flesh scattered on the ground. At a glance, it is full of devastation.

This is an unprecedented war in the world of cultivation. At this point, I don’t know how many cultivators have fallen in this war, both on the good and evil sides, or young heroes, or talented people, or pillars of talent. They may have had a bright future, but now they have all fallen here, and Daxia has been overturned, and there may be no future.

The man the woman in white skirt was asking about was standing with a heavy sword in his hand. He had multiple wounds and blood holes all over his body. He had handsome features and a resolute expression. His black suit was already damaged in many places, but his temperament was profound and majestic. He did not show any sign of retreat or embarrassment. He was only determined and strong.

The man in black tights pulled out the long sword that had been deeply stabbed into the soil. His face was slightly pale, as if he was seriously injured. His body swayed slightly, but he stood firm: "The way of sword cultivation is actually nothing special. What is the way? It is our pursuit, the concept we adhere to and the path we practice."

"The so-called sword path is actually just the path that sword cultivators practice. There is no difference between your path and the paths of other cultivators. It only depends on whether each of them can persist firmly and resolutely. And why do we fight here and fight to the death? Everyone does something different. It only depends on whether they are willing to pay for it."

The man in black tights said in a deep voice, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the center of the battlefield. The war outside the battlefield had gradually stopped-because both sides of the war had suffered heavy losses, and there were not many survivors. Most of them were seriously injured like the man in black and the woman in white skirt, and they were unable to fight again.

Only the two people in the center of the battlefield were still fighting bloody battles. In this unprecedented war, it was not the peripheral battles that really determined who would win and who would lose. Even though they had the largest number of people and fought the most dangerously, they were not the ones who really affected the overall situation.

There was a battle between the Sword Master and the leader of the demons who invaded this world. If the Sword Master won, it meant that they had defended their own foundation and the world, maintained stability and peace, and ensured that this world was safe and worry-free. However, if the Sword Master lost, they would no longer be able to resist the offensive of the invading demons, and this world would be reduced from a paradise on earth to a place of evil demons, and stability and peace would no longer exist.

Following his gaze, the woman in white also looked at the black and white figures fighting on the battlefield. The black-clothed man had a foul and dark aura, and was born with a strange shape and dark skin. He did not look like a human. He had two horns on his forehead and looked like a demon or a ghost. He was extremely terrifying and very different from ordinary people. He was a demon.

The demon was an evil creature, born in the void, with a huge force, and was always looking for opportunities to break through the world barrier, conquer one world under his feet, and turn it into a demonic domain on earth. The reason why this war broke out was that this demon wanted to invade this world. How could he, a cultivator who was born and raised in this world, allow these evil ways to invade?

The man in black tights thought so, and his heart became more determined. The demons are born to stir up all the delusions, desires, obsessions, unwillingness and various emotions in people's hearts. Seeing them will make people confused, and they will feel that everything hidden in their hearts has been peeped. One of the reasons why he can survive after fighting with a large number of demons is that his heart is firm and unmoved.

In the sky, the handsome man in a white robe is as cold as frost and snow, with indifferent eyes and thin lips. His handsome face is as bright as the moon, noble and unadorned, proud as the snow on the cold mountain, lonely and awe-inspiring, and his whole body is filled with the sharp momentum of the sword. The terrifying feeling seems to be able to pierce the sky and shake the world.

He fought fiercely with the demon who was full of depravity, evil and filth, but the demon who was born to lead people to depravity and fascination had no way to deal with him. It seems that there is no flaw in his heart, and there is no place that can be confused by the demon. His firm heart and the secret of his will can be seen.

"Can't we really kill all the demons?" Seeing that new demons had entered this world from the void through the hole in the membrane of the distant world, the beautiful woman with blood stains on her white dress who had just asked the question stood up with the ribbon in her hand, which was as soft as water but had hidden strength. She mustered up her remaining courage and planned to fight against the demons rushing in with other surviving monks.

Not only her, but all the monks who were lucky enough to save their lives in all parts of the battlefield mustered up their remaining courage and rushed towards the demons that were coming like a tide. Their backs were full of determination and perseverance. They had no regrets, no fear, and no fear. Even if the evil demons came to the world, life was difficult, and death was the only thing they could do!

Since the invasion of the demons, this war has lasted for an unknown amount of time. Not only have countless cultivators died here, but countless demons have been beheaded by them and prevented from invading this world. However, the cultivators in the cultivation world are now at their wits' end, but the number of demons is still endless.

"Ah!" Just as the woman in white and the man in tight clothes rushed towards the demons, a scream full of unwillingness, pain and disbelief suddenly sounded. When the man in black tight clothes turned his head, he saw the evil and filthy figure falling from the sky. It was the Lord of the Demons who finally surrendered to the sword of the Sword Master and was beheaded by him.

However, the Sword Master who killed the Lord of the Demons with one sword seemed to be at the end of his strength. The white clothes of Shengxue were stained with blood, and a few drops of blood were splashed on his smooth face. The sword pattern on his forehead was dim, and his whole body was in a low breath, as if he had been seriously injured. However, even so, he still had amazing momentum, and his sword intent was awe-inspiring and lonely.

The Sword Master, standing in midair, suddenly turned his head and looked at the sky with a big hole in it. That was where the big hole was broken in the membrane of this world, and it was also where the demon invaded. The Sword Master looked at the wound and the gap in the sky from afar, and there seemed to be a resolute look in his eyes, and he suddenly raised the long sword in his hand.

"No!" As if he had noticed something, the young man in black tights exclaimed, as if he wanted to stop something from happening.

However, his shout passed over the battlefield where the long wind was howling, leaving no trace at all. The Sword Master raised his long sword and finally chopped down a bright and beautiful sword intent that seemed to illuminate this world. This sword is the sword of the heart and the sword of the soul. It is to condense one's own path, thoughts, character, persistence, and obsession into this sword light. When the long sword is slashed down, it feels like piercing this world.

The next moment, the dazzling sword light rolled up, as if the Milky Way rolled back, and rushed towards the wound of the sky with great force and vigor. The sword light split into two, then four, and finally split into thousands and millions, killing all the demons that were pouring in like a tide.

These huge numbers of demons were all cut off by the amazing swordsman of Jian Zun, and none of them remained in this world. Then, the remaining tens of millions of sword lights intertwined into a net, densely spread across the sky, and finally used the sword light as a line to weave a sword net to block the wound of the sky and prevent the demons in the void from entering this world.

In the sky, the long wind blew the white robes up, like a banished immortal. Holding a long sword, the Sword Master took a last look at the vast land from a high altitude. His eyes seemed ruthless and cold, and seemed indifferent and ruthless. However, when he looked at everything in the world, there seemed to be a faint smile in the depths of his eyes.

Huh...

The wind blew gently, and the white-clothed man standing on the top of the cloud suddenly seemed like a cloud of smoke. He was blown by the wind and disappeared without a trace, and he has been extinct in this world since then. After swinging the sword of the heart and the sword of the soul that condensed his blood, spirit and soul, the Sword Master died to protect this world and to block the wound of the sky.

The only difficulty in the ages is death. Prove the truth with death, no regrets.

"Master..." The man in black tights looked up in a daze, and the long sword in his hand suddenly fell. He couldn't help but burst into tears. His tone was both sad and felt that our sword cultivators should be like this. He knew that perhaps this was the last advice and teaching of the master to him.

A few years later

The mountain is high, quiet and ancient, surrounded by mist, and it is difficult to distinguish. The top of the mountain is shrouded in misty clouds, and the clouds are so deep that no one knows where to go and no roads can be distinguished. This place is blessed with beautiful scenery and abundant spiritual energy. The mountain is isolated and the clouds are misty. On the top of the mountain, there is an ancient sword hut.

On the path winding out of the clouds at the foot of the mountain, a child with a pale jade-like figure carries a long sword taller than him, and walks on the mountain path with difficulty but determination on his short legs. When he treks for hundreds of miles, reaches the extreme end, and finally climbs to the top of the mountain, he sees a black-clothed swordsman sitting in the sword hut.

He has handsome features and a firm brow. A long sword is horizontally placed on his knees, which seems to be out of the sheath but not out. His temperament is profound and majestic, and his sword intention is extremely sharp and awe-inspiring. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the boy who was sweating profusely and had come here with great difficulty step by step with his own perseverance. He said in a deep voice: "I am the Sword Master."

"From today on, you will be my disciple."

The scene now is the same as in the past.

The light curtain suddenly went out, leaving only a faint and ethereal sound. When the curtain fell, a few sobs suddenly sounded in the dark and empty theater, sobbing and sad.