Xiao Yuntian finally couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed out with his sword, using a killing move as soon as he struck out. There was no gorgeous sword light, nor a complicated sword formation, just a simple and unadorned sword.
This sword seemed to surpass light and all the previous Holy Kings.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword blocked the attack, and the noses of Xiao Yuntian and Qiu Wuji were only a fist apart, and there was a sense of arrogance in their eyes.
It means rebellion, going against the will of heaven.
"Daoyou, can Wuxiang be killed?"
Xiao Yuntian had an arrogant smile on his face, as if he had turned back into the madman he was when he was young.
He was probably the only person in the world who dared to ask openly whether Wuxiang could be killed. If anyone else had asked, they would have thought Xiao Yuntian was a lunatic, but Qiu Wuji would not, because he had tried it.
"Yes." Qiu Wuji did not hesitate at all. His hands did not stop moving. Every move was deadly. If it were the previous Saint Kings, they would have been torn into pieces.
However, Xiao Yuntian was able to keep up with his sword and had enough strength to fight back.
Xiao Yuntian asked: "How to kill?"
"After Wuxiang attained the Dao, he became the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and lived as long as Heaven and Earth. If you want to kill him, you need to pull him down from the Dao Fruit. The methods are different. But one thing remains unchanged, you need to have the same qualifications."
"Only Wuxiang can kill Wuxiang?"
"If you were not Wuxiang, you would still be killed in a split second, no matter how capable you were. I was like this in my previous life. Even if I was doomed to fail, Wuxiang could kill me in a split second, and in the end, Wuxiang was only seriously injured."
Qiu Wuji glanced at the hilt of the sword, and saw the boundless power contained in it.
He was certain that Feng Wa was not dead in her previous life, but was restricted by Dao Zun.
He trampled the earth veins, stripped off the spiritual veins, and called upon his true body to descend into the world. The Taoist master practiced for thousands of years, and countless powerful people perished, but all he got in return was a word from a formless person.
"I am defeated."
Later, Feng Wa still existed, but he had disappeared in the long river of history.
'If there is no reincarnation, I will turn into dust.'
Emotions of reluctance, desire, anticipation, etc. surged into his heart. Qiu Wuji's sword became brighter and brighter, and rays of lightning flashed in his eyes, reflecting a back figure.
He had only one thought left, and that was to chase.
'There are nine forms of non-being, and he is not one of them. Why can he transcend without a destiny?'
'Why? Why!'
He asked himself this question again and again, and he was also looking for the answer. The more he looked, the brighter the lightning in his eyes became.
The two men waved their swords in a plain and simple manner, performing simple slashing and blocking movements. There was no trace of sword light in each move, only the sound of collisions.
It's not that the two of them didn't use their magic power, but they concentrated their sword moves to the extreme without any leakage.
In an instant, the two of them collided thousands of times, and every breath contained countless murderous intentions.
Qiu Wuji's body was covered with hundreds of wounds. The pain, the smell of blood, and the constant buzzing sound of the sword all made him excited. He completely let go of his hands and feet and swung the sword with all his strength.
This is also the reason why Xiao Yuntian was left to the end. Once he experienced such a refreshing fight, he would not be able to tolerate those cowards.
Qiu Wuji let the sword blade pierce his chest, with pure murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He raised the Immortal Sword high up and swung it with all his might.
The sword fell, like the sky collapsing.
Xiao Yuntian was knocked down with a loud bang, bleeding from all seven orifices and seriously injured.
The winner should have been decided, but Qiu Wuji swung his sword again, as if to kill him. The four strong men were stunned, and Yan Tianjun wanted to attack again.
Xiao Yuntian himself did not dodge or run away, but took another sword attack and vomited out large mouthfuls of blood.
"Hahaha, what a joy! What a joy!"
Both of them were killing madly, and they were determined to fight to the death. What was even more terrifying was that they had no hostility towards each other, it was just pure killing.
Suddenly, a white sword light intervened, making them a little more clear-headed.
When they looked, they saw a snow-white figure standing under the bright moon.
Dong Yunshu cut Xiao Yuntian down with one sword. The latter was confused, and did not dare to fight back due to the other party's identity. He could only let himself fly out of the battlefield and be caught by Yan Tianjun.
"Brother Li, I saved your people."
Dong Yunshu sent a message back, as if asking for praise, feeling very proud.
A sword was swung, and the Heavenly Sword was unsheathed to block it. With a clang, it was followed by a violent bombardment. Each blow carried a force of ten thousand tons, and the key point was the sword intent of the Immortal Sword that was condensed to the extreme.
It can almost ignore any Taoist method of body protection, and truly be able to break any method.
Dong Yunshu slashed out with his sword, and the power of the Heavenly Sword was invincible, but it stopped when it encountered the Immortal-Slaying Sword.
"Your sword lacks some murderous aura." Qiu Wuji said: "My Supreme Wuji Sword Intentions do not contain the intention of not killing. This is not ruthlessness, but forgetfulness of emotions."
"Why should the Supreme be ruthless? I am supreme, and my sword is the highest." Dong Yunshu asked back.
"That's right. Tai Shang means the highest, the most supreme between heaven and earth. But if one retains the seven emotions and six desires, the most supreme will be hurt and die in a moment. Ruthlessness is the scabbard of a sword. Without the scabbard, one will hurt oneself."
Qiu Wuji seemed to be teaching the younger generation and actually revealed the true meaning of the swordsmanship.
And Dong Yunshu is indeed his junior in name only, the successor of the Supreme Wuji Sword Intent, and the most outstanding successor, almost comparable to himself.
A person of heaven's arrogance will never yield to others. Dong Yunshu's sword intention at this moment has already deviated from his own sword path.
The two men clashed swords again, and at the same time distanced themselves from each other, their intuition as sword practitioners made them stand still.
Unprepared and ready to attack.
Dong Yunshu held the sword, and a shadow fell beside him and held the sword together.
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