The Ultimate Sword Master

boom!

Outskirts of Zhongzhou.

The moment the Buddha's shadow shattered, the old monk froze and his face suddenly turned extremely pale!

in the inner circle.

Piro's expression was cold, his body swayed, and one foot stepped out instantly.

boom!

next moment.

He arrived in front of the old monk in an instant.

The whereabouts of the divine body.

The earth shook!

"My God! Glory!"

In an instant!

The divine slaves transformed by the two lords from the Taoist Palace instantly knelt on the ground and knelt down fervently.

Piro didn't look at them at all.

With a sweep of his eyes, he instantly fell on the old monk. Although he did not deliberately use his divine power, it still shook the old monk's body slightly, and a faint trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"you."

He spoke slowly.

"Where did it come from!"

"Amitabha."

As if he hadn't heard anything, the old monk recited the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together again, and the ten thousand-foot-long phantom of the Buddha that had disappeared came together again.

The sound of Buddha fills the air.

The Buddhist charm is peaceful.

But it aroused the anger in Piro's heart even more.

boom!

A casual blow.

Smash the phantom of Buddha away again!

"well……"

The old monk swayed, sighed, and ignored him. He sat down cross-legged and silently chanted sutras. The breath on his body... quickly disappeared.

"The worm shakes the tree!"

"It's ridiculous!"

Piro's eyes were cold and his face was expressionless.

Just when he was about to take action again and beat the old monk to death, a sudden change occurred!

Bloody sky.

Suddenly it started shaking violently!

Faintly, a white light spot that was extremely bright appeared in the sky.

boom!

Boom!

at the same time.

A tyrannical and unparalleled sword intent suddenly fell down in an instant. The sword intent swept across, and even the whole world shook. In the blink of an eye, the rain of blood that kept drifting was completely dissipated under this sword intent. It seems that apart from this sword intention, there is nothing else that can be accommodated in the world!

next moment!

The sword intent instantly fell in front of Piro and turned into two figures!

A person with a transparent figure, rich spirit and handsome appearance.

But it was Yun Jiansheng.

One person's clothes were torn and his expression was solemn.

But it was Gu Han!

The moment it fell, the two divine servants transformed from the Dao Palace didn't even have to shout, and were directly shaken into blood mist by the sword intent!

"Grandmaster!"

The moment he saw the old monk, Gu Han's heart suddenly sank, "What's wrong with you?"

"donor."

The old monk looked calm, "May I ask, what happened to Wu Xin?"

"..."

Gu Han was silent for a moment and said honestly: "I don't know, there is a high probability... that he is dead."

The tenth level.

Although the Immortal Emperor's will did not deliberately target Wu Xin, he didn't think Wu Xin could survive in that situation.

"Amitabha."

The old monk recited a Buddhist name and looked at Yun Jiansheng.

"Next, there's a donor."

"Fellow."

Yun Jiansheng sighed softly, "Let's go."

The old monk nodded, raised his arm slightly, and pointed to the west, "Western Desert, God Killing..."

That's only half the story.

But his arms hung down gently, and the aura on his body... was completely dead!

"Grandmaster!"

Gu Han felt extremely sad.

To him, the old monk was kind-hearted but not pedantic. He was not only a highly respected senior, but also a great kindness to him. Now that he saw the other person passing away, he naturally felt very unhappy.

Respectfully.

He saluted the old monk's body.

From Xuandan Camp.

To Yun Jiansheng.

Then to the old monk.

now.

He hates these gods almost to the core of his being!

"Who are you!"

Until now.

Piro spoke again, his tone extremely solemn.

The Yun Jiansheng in front of him felt very dangerous to him, far more than the two brothers Ren, Wu, Ren and Liu!

"Xuantian Sword Head, Yun Jiansheng!"

boom!

Not loud.

But it turned into an extremely abundant sword intent, which instantly disappeared into the sky and suddenly dispersed. Under the condensed boundless clouds and blood rain, it directly turned into thousands of giant swords, trembled for a moment, and fell directly!

Keng!

Keng!

…

In the blink of an eye.

All the giant swords have fallen on the edge of Zhongzhou!

The entire Zhongzhou was actually directly formed into an unusually large sword formation by him, and at the same time, he also blocked all the nearly endless and spreading divine flames within the territory of Zhongzhou!

boom!

boom!

…

The divine flames were churning, constantly hitting the sword net formed by the giant swords, but they came back again and again, unable to shake the sword array at all!

puff!

puff!

In silence.

All the divine servants in the sword formation have been wiped out by the sword intent!

…

The edge of Zhongzhou.

Only less than 20% of the people were able to escape here, and the remaining 80%... almost all were buried in the divine flame!

only.

The more they fled, the more desperate they felt. The divine flame seemed to be alive, feeding on the vitality of living things. It spread faster and faster, and its power became more and more powerful. At first, people in the Holy Realm were saved from being swallowed up, but now... It is extremely difficult for people in the Ascension Realm to escape.

now.

The divine flames are sweeping across and are about to spread to the other four regions!

boom!

Also at this time.

A vast sword intent that seemed to cover the sky fell from the sky!

Keng!

Keng!

Immediately afterwards.

The clouds and blood rain intertwined and turned into giant swords, which completely blocked the divine flames before they spread out of Zhongzhou, and killed all the creatures that had turned into divine servants!

Plop!

The edge of Zhongzhou.

A cultivator looked at the divine flames that were less than a hundred feet away from him and still rolling, and sat down on the ground.

He was scared.

He was also tired.

Almost. If the giant sword had fallen half a second later, his fate would be self-evident.

Not just him.

The rest of the people who escaped by chance, regardless of their cultivation level, all felt like they had survived a catastrophe. Their expressions were different, and no one knew what they were feeling.

Are you happy?

In theory, you should be happy if you survived.

But...

Even if you survived, I don't know how many of your fellow disciples and relatives were buried in the divine flames.

At this moment.

Only a very small number of people, who were lucky enough to witness the great battle a thousand years ago, could faintly feel a sense of familiarity from those giant swords.

Could it be... it was him?

…

"It was him!"

At the border of Zhongzhou and Nanjiang, President Tianyun looked certain.

"It must be him!"

"Except for him, no one has such a strong sword intent!"

He said.

He glanced at the ghost-faced jade token in his hand that had no reaction, and wanted to cry but had no tears.

It's over!

The two envoys seem to have been tricked by me!

They won't settle accounts later, right?

…

"If it was him."

"Maybe it can keep the last peace of this continent!"

At the border of Zhongzhou and Beiyu.

The demon guardian glanced at the remaining dozen demons behind him, and sighed dejectedly, "It can also keep... the last hope of our demon race!"

…

The only one who can confirm the identity of the owner of this sword intent.

It is Yan Qianjue and his group.

Can he... do it?

This is the question in everyone's mind.

After all, although Yun Jiansheng is strong, he has basically never appeared in front of people for thousands of years, and he has almost never taken action. In addition, it is rumored that his body is decaying and his days are numbered. People can't judge whether he is the opponent of this god.

"I can do it!"

The fat man's eyes were red, staring at the divine flame blocked by the giant sword.

"Old man... I can definitely kill him!"

...

Inside the sword formation.

"It's you?"

Hearing Yun Jiansheng's name, Pirro never looked at the giant sword again, and the third eye between his eyebrows opened again and fell below.

"The remnants of Xuantian?"

Boom!

Everything was crushed to dust wherever his eyes went!

However, this mighty power that could destroy the world did not affect Yun Jiansheng at all. Even though his body was a little transparent, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and the occasional glimmer of brilliance was as bright as stars!

He knew it of course.

The god in front of him was not the one in the God-Slaying Formation, and he was much stronger than the latter!

Gently.

He raised his arm, his face calm.

"Where is Hongchen?"

...

In the forbidden area.

As if sensing the call, the wooden stick standing still on the ground suddenly trembled violently!

Snap!

With a light sound, the wooden stick instantly broke into pieces, and a dazzling sword light hummed, suddenly sank into the sky and disappeared!

The sword light was like a rainbow.

It instantly broke through all obstacles, and in just a moment, it came to Yun Jiansheng's side!

Boom!

Under the sword intent of Chongxiao.

It actually forced Pirro's body of tens of thousands of feet to retreat half a step, and even the vertical eye between his eyebrows couldn't help but narrowed!

Until this moment.

Gu Han saw the true face of this sword.

The sword body was made of unknown material, the whole body was snow-white, without the slightest flaw, and the sword body was covered with a layer of hazy light, which made it even more sharp and unparalleled!

In the hazy light.

Two beautiful characters can be vaguely seen engraved on the sword.

Red Dust.

But... this sword, which should have been perfect, is now only half broken!

A sword is like a person.

A person is like jade.

Even if jade is broken, its whiteness cannot be changed; even if a sword is broken, its meaning cannot be destroyed.