The Ultimate Sword Master

As Luo Wannian stopped.

The endless black immortal calamity spreading in the starry sky gradually calmed down, and Jue Yuan's figure was faintly revealed.

Compared to before.

His monk's clothes were slightly disheveled, his eyes were full of fatigue, and the Buddha's light on his body was slightly dimmed. There were strands of pale golden blood flowing out of his seven orifices, but his eyes were still full of calm compassion.

On strength.

He has already reached the pinnacle.

Can……

Not to mention that he had previously injured the source of the source of calamity in order to help Gu Han break through the realm. From the beginning to the end, facing Luo Wannian who was constantly attacking, he did not make any counterattack at all. He only defended passively. No matter how profound his achievements were, at this moment, The injuries have accumulated to an extremely deep level.

the most important.

As he continued to absorb the devouring power, Luo Wannian became stronger and stronger, and had a tendency to catch up with him. As a result, it became increasingly difficult for him to resist the opponent's offensive, but he didn't seem to take this to heart. superior.

"Lord Donor."

Looking at Luo Wannian, who was getting stronger and stronger, he said softly: "Have you ever vented a little bit of the resentment in your heart?"

"remove?"

Luo Wannian was silent for a moment and then said indifferently: "My hatred and resentment cannot be eliminated by heaven or buried by earth, let alone you, master?"

boom!

Boom!

After the words fell, the sky was filled with immortal calamity power that shook again. He didn't see how he moved. With a slight movement of his body, he came to Jue Yuan again and patted him in front of him!

"Amitabha."

Facing this sharp blow, Jue Yuan still didn't seem to have any intention of fighting back. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his hands, keeping his body motionless.

boom!

Jie Li trembled slightly, and when Luo Wannian's palm was an inch away from his body, he suddenly stopped!

"Lord Donor."

Jue Yuan looked at Luo Wannian and said calmly: "Why did you stop?"

Luo Wannian suddenly fell silent.

"Grandmaster."

After a while, the calamity in his eyes gradually faded away, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and he faintly said: "You...step back."

Jue Yuan smiled.

Compared to the calmness before, there was a hint of relief in his eyes at this moment, "Donor, your humanity has not been completely wiped out after all. It's good, it's good."

"Master will not retreat?"

"Since the poor monk has decided to bear the resentment of Donor Luo with his own body, how can there be any reason to retreat?"

"You won't retreat until you die?"

"I won't retreat even if I die."

"..."

Luo Wannian was silent again.

After a while, he spoke again: "It's a pity, it's too late! If I could have met the master earlier, maybe none of that would have happened, and I wouldn't have reached this point today. It's a pity..."

"There is no resurrection from the dead."

“The past is irreversible.”

He looked at Jue Yuan and said seriously: "Master, you showed up too late after all."

"Not necessarily."

Jue Yuan smiled slightly, and suddenly looked into the depths of the boundless starry sky, and pointedly said: "The poor monk thinks it's just right."

"you will die."

Luo Wannian said softly: "I have seen the evil thoughts of human nature and the viciousness of living beings. I have also experienced it personally. There is not one person like the master in billions. It would be a pity if he died in my hands." ”

"Besides."

Changing the topic, he added: "You should know that you can't stop me. No matter how profound your cultivation is and how sophisticated the Dharma is, you can't stop this from happening. What's the point of dying in vain?"

"Amitabha."

Jue Yuan looked at the wooden fish in front of him, shook his head and said: "Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will? With the ability of the poor monk, he can't change everything that the donor has experienced. But if the poor monk can use his humble body to change If you can give the benefactor a chance of life and give him a future, then your life in this world will not be in vain.”

"my future?"

"good!"

"Pity!"

Hearing these two words, a trace of dark calamity crept into Luo Wannian's eyes again. He said coldly: "The Luo Wannian who was once was dead long ago! The future of Luo Wannian is also dead! As for now I..."

Speaking of which.

The tribulation power in his eyes was so rich that it had almost condensed into substance!

"The only mission is to end everyone's future!"

"The past cannot be changed."

Jue Yuan shook his head and said, "But the future cannot be determined. If it is not determined, how can we die?"

"Lord Donor."

After a pause, he suddenly said something irrelevant: "The poor monk knows what you are going to do, but... the final outcome has already been determined. Even if you can destroy everything, you will not be able to achieve your long-cherished wish."

"What's the meaning?"

"You can't win against that donor."

"Is it?"

Luo Wannian was unmoved and still said indifferently: "I am ten thousand times stronger than him now."

"That's trillions of times stronger."

Jue Yuan sighed softly and said slowly: "You can't defeat him, because you can't kill a person who has past, future, present... chaos and ignorance, or in other words, you can't kill a person who doesn't exist at all!"

"What's the meaning?"

"Luo Donor is a sure thing."

Jue Yuan thought for a while and said, "But that donor is a variable. There are traces of the fixed number, but there is no permanent reason for the variables. How can you defeat him?"

…

Can't win!

There's no way to win!

Not a single chance!

Looking at the black sword sweeping towards him, Zhong Ming's scalp went numb, his pupils shrank, and he was completely desperate!

"What's up with him?"

"Are you scared out of your wits?"

"That's not true, is it?"

"..."

Looking at the motionless Zhong Ming, Donghua and Taishu were puzzled. They always felt that no matter how strong Gu Han was, Zhong Ming, as a half-step immortal, should not be so unbearable with his strength and experience.

Not only them.

The others were also puzzled.

In their opinion.

Gu Han's sword was ordinary, not fast, not powerful, just like the warriors that can be seen everywhere in the mortal world, there was nothing surprising at all, and even made them faintly have a slight illusion that it was not because Gu Han was too strong, but because Zhong Ming was too weak!

Especially Huang Puqi.

He felt that Zhong Ming was thundering and raining, and his harsh words were very cool, but his performance was comparable to that of a weak chicken. If it were him, no matter how strong Gu Han was, he would have at least nine ways to dodge this sword!

"Alas."

Thinking of this, he sighed faintly, touched the two small mustaches on his lips, and sighed softly: "Brother Zhong, after all, it's not very good!"

Zhong Ming was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood!

Come and try if you have the ability!

Almost.

He was about to say this.

Only he himself understood.

It was not that he didn't want to move, but that he couldn't move. It was not that he didn't want to resist, but that he couldn't resist at all!

This sword seemed ordinary.

But... the weight of the sword was like the majesty of the world, and the vastness of the sword was like the vastness of all living beings. He was very strong and had a high level of cultivation, but no matter how strong he was, he was not as strong as the endless living beings, and no matter how high he was, he was not as high as the world!

Until this moment.

He completely understood that Gu Han's previous words were still too modest, and his arm was not wronged!

The thought turned quickly.

The tip of the black sword had already pierced into his brow, and the vast and eternal breath continued to dissipate in his immortal soul, and then found a trace of immortal source that he had worked hard for countless years to condense!