Sheng Fu

Chapter 949 My Sword Is Not Bad

Bai Xiaowei's sword power soared to the sky, and he had already stepped half a foot into the realm of infinity.

He is a swordsman and a politician. At this moment, he feels the joy in battle and the true value of survival in the fight.

However, before Bai Xiaowei could get out of this wonderful feeling, Sima Xing came at him with a spear in his hand. He stabbed out with the spear, and the blade burst into thousands of cold rays, instantly extinguishing Bai Xiaowei's momentum.

Bai Xiaowei bent down and blocked with his sword.

Sima Xing grasped the spear with both hands and struck down with force.

Rumble…

Endless sword energy runes bloomed on the blade, and Bai Xiaowei's body fell down at a high speed. Under the heavy blow, blood oozes from the knuckles of Bai Xiaowei's hand holding the sword, his chest hurts sharply, his breath is disordered, and he is about to go crazy.

On the city wall, Chi Yuan, who was watching the battle, saw this scene and cold sweat broke out on his palms.

At this distance, Chi Yuan had no time to rescue.

Yu Wenjun even had beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead and his face turned slightly pale.

Sima Xing's face was grim. He thought he would meet an extremely powerful dragon clan member today, but he didn't expect that it was a swordsman at the peak of Lingxiao who wanted to borrow his power to break through the barrier of life and death. This made his heart burn with anger and hatred.

"So what even if you enter Wuji!" Sima Xing went completely mad and stabbed straight down with a spear.

Even someone as calm and composed as Bai Xiaowei, at this moment, his mind was suddenly in turmoil and he could only raise his sword to block again.

boom……

After a loud bang, a deep pit hundreds of feet deep was created where Bai Xiaowei's body fell.

The politician's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the wonderful feeling of just entering the half-step to the infinite gradually disappeared. A feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart, like a child about to drown.

At this moment, the opponent's murderous intent reached an unprecedented peak.

Sima Xing's true energy burned, his blood boiled. The downfall of his family, the betrayal of His Majesty, the scenery he saw along the way, the support of the people, all kinds of feelings surged into his heart and turned into the most overbearing murderous intent in history.

“Prepare to die!” Sima Xing attacked with great force, and his momentum could really swallow up the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.

Bai Xiaowei's vision gradually blurred, and he only saw a pure and sharp cold light coming towards him. Suddenly, Bai Xiaowei's eyes widened. He had not yet seen the arrival of the prosperous era belonging to the people, and he had not yet stood at the top of the sword forest and stood out.

The enemy was extremely fierce, he was exhausted and his body was badly injured.

For a swordsman, for a man, this is the time to practice!

Immediately his spirit surged and he jumped up. Facing the gunshot that fell from the sky, Bai Xiaowei grasped the sword with both hands and swung it out, releasing infinite sword intent. In the deep pit, countless brilliant runes shot up into the sky.

Rumble…

After one sword strike, Bai Xiaowei officially reached the realm of Wuji.

However, Sima Xing's murderous intent did not diminish in the slightest. He thrust a sharp spear at Bai Xiaowei's right hand that was holding the sword. After his blood essence burned, Sima Xing's killing power was unstoppable, like a beast that never got tired.

He knew that his opponent had already entered the realm of Wuji, and he also knew that Bai Xiaowei's mind was pure at the moment, and he had completely broken through the barrier of life and death.

No matter how the situation changes, Sima Xing only wants Bai Xiaowei to die...

puff!

This shot was Sima Xing's best attack in history. It hit the target successfully, piercing Bai Xiaowei's wrist. The peerless sword, whose name was unknown, fell to the ground with a clang.

Bai Xiaowei raised his left hand, formed a seal with one hand, and used his fingers as a sword. While the opponent's weapon was still restrained by his right hand, he immediately stabbed out with the sword, hitting Sima Xing's throat.

At this distance, it looked more like a fight of bravery between ruffians, but in fact, it was a life-and-death battle between extremely powerful men.

Bai Xiaowei's eyes were calm and clear, Sima Xing's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he pressed his throat, and actually relied on his physical body to withstand Bai Xiaowei's fatal sword.

Sima Xing dropped the spear in his hand and punched Bai Xiaowei in the face.

The speed was so fast that it surpassed the flow of light. Bai Xiaowei only heard the sound of space breaking apart, and his consciousness became weak again. After one punch, half of Bai Xiaowei's face was covered in blood. "This is the power of my nine clans!" Sima Xing's face was ferocious, like a ghost from the underworld.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the spear in an instant. Blood splashed on Bai Xiaowei's wrist. Sima Xing stabbed out again. Bai Xiaowei suppressed the throbbing in his heart, moved the true energy in his body, and controlled the sword with his mind.

The long sword that fell to the ground made a loud sound and was suspended above Bai Xiaowei's head. At the same time, the long spear suddenly stabbed out. In an instant, the clanging sound was earth-shaking.

Sima Xing swept the long sword aside with a spear, his eyes burning with blood and fire, and shouted angrily: "You are just a swordsman, and you dare to come to the battlefield to fight!"

Another spear stabbed forward, and the murderous intent boiled over, causing the deep pit to suddenly expand to several hundred feet in radius.

Bai Xiaowei was also as determined as iron. He stretched out his left hand, and the long sword returned to its place in an instant. The blood in his body was also burning fiercely. Seeing that Sima Xing was about to end Bai Xiaowei with one sword, the latter slashed his sword diagonally, stirring up flames all over the sky, and deflected the opponent's attack with one sword.

"My sword is not bad!" Half of Bai Xiaowei's face was covered in blood and flesh, and he was completely crazy. Blood was gushing from his eyes, like a Shura from hell appearing in the world.

So what if he holds the sword in his left hand? Bai Xiaowei stepped on the Thunder Step and rushed towards Sima Xing at all costs. Sima Xing showed his murderous side. He held the spear with both hands, exerted all his true energy, and stabbed Bai Xiaowei with the spear.

An inch longer, an inch stronger.

However, this time, Bai Xiaowei did not retreat. While charging, he slightly stepped sideways and shook his shoulders, allowing the bullet to pierce his shoulder blade. Then he rushed forward and swept the sword across, and a good man's head floated up.

"Although the spear is long, the blade is not as sharp as the sword in my hand." Bai Xiaowei sheathed his sword with a grim smile on his face.

Bai Xiaowei raised his head and looked at the sky. He felt a long-lost tiredness.

Suddenly, Sima Xing moved unusually and pulled the spear out from Bai Xiaowei's shoulder blade. Even though his head fell to the ground, his arms still exuded fierce strength. He wielded the spear vigorously, revealing extreme killing power.

Bai Xiaowei was shocked and angry, and quickly retreated dozens of feet. He saw Sima Xing, who was missing his head, standing still, waving his spear wildly, making bursts of sounds of breaking through the air, and he was still tireless.

In the wind of gunfire, the sound of weeping blood is like the endless flow of the Yangtze River...

Bai Xiaowei looked at this scene and fell into deep thought, with the words still ringing in his ears: "This is the power of my nine clans!"

He did not have the joy of entering the realm of infinity. The wounds on his body were still bleeding. He felt no pain, only numbness.

It suddenly started to rain in the sky, and the raindrops hit Bai Xiaowei's blood-stained face.

After an unknown amount of silence, Bai Xiaowei bowed deeply to Sima Xing, who had lost his head, with both hands...

On the city wall, Yu Wenjun's eyes were filled with golden red. He turned his head to look at Chi Yuan who was relieved in the distance.

The Prime Minister succeeded, and reached the highest level in the bloody battle, but the Prime Minister may not regard this highest level as an honor.

The battlefield was still filled with swords and blood.

Yu Wenjun said to the people around him, "Wait a moment, I'm going to pick someone up. That person is Bai Xiaowei, the first prime minister in the history of the human race to reach the Wuji realm."

Xu Hua, Wang Boye and the others' faces were first dazed, then shocked, and then dumbfounded.

Yu Wenjun flashed and came to the deep pit, while Bai Xiaowei still maintained his posture of bowing deeply.

Sima Xing, who had lost his head, was still waving his spear wildly. His aura was so lonely and unique, like an immortal poem.

"How is your injury?" Yu Wenjun looked at Bai Xiaowei, who had lost half of his face, and asked knowingly.

Bai Xiaowei slowly stood up and said in a slightly indifferent voice: "As you can see."

Yu Wenjun said softly: "I will bring you a panacea from the Dragon Clan, and I will ensure that your injuries are healed and you will be as handsome as before."

"Thank you." The Prime Minister showed no emotion, as if he had entered the realm of a sage.