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Chapter 141 The Sword God Ends
Zhao Mingyuan's sword naturally did not disappoint.

This sword is like a shock, like a stream of light, like the morning light that separates the sky and the earth, so people can't look directly at it.

This sword doesn't seem to be very fast, every detail and every change can be clearly seen by the onlookers.

But in fact, this sword is as powerful as thunder, as fast as lightning, and it has come to Ximen Chuuxue in the blink of an eye.

This unreasonable scene made everyone who watched the battle want to vomit blood, as if the brain could not bear the huge amount of information.

When he took a closer look, he saw that this sword had already intersected with Ximen Chuuxue's long sword.

But the two swords did not hold each other for a moment, as if a hot knife had been inserted into butter, Zhao Mingyuan's sword had effortlessly severed the sword in Ximen Chuixue's hand, and the rest of the momentum went straight to Ximen Chuixue's heart.

And Ximen Chuuxue's energy and spirit seemed to be cut off along with the sword in his hand, and he couldn't dodge or dodge the sword stabbing at his chest.

Although this sword was swift, but Ximen Chuuxue's sword was also blocked, and his momentum was somewhat exhausted. If he tried his best to dodge, even if he couldn't avoid this sword, he might be able to avoid the vital point in his heart.

However, Ximen Chuuxue's sword just now has exhausted all his strength, and at this moment, when all the previous strength has been exhausted, the rear strength has not yet been produced, and there is no strength to dodge at all.

Ximen Chuuxue has gone through hundreds of battles since he stepped into the rivers and lakes, and countless people fell under his sword.

Now, he is finally doomed.

However, Ximen Chuuxue was also lucky.

At this moment, his heart was filled with a sense of satisfaction, because he saw a higher level of swordsmanship.So perfect, such a terrible sword.

It would be an honor for the swordsman to die under this sword.

Therefore, Ximen Chuuxue puffed up his chest with the last bit of strength, closed his eyes, and prepared to meet his own glory and end.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and a chill pierced through his heart.

Maybe this is what death feels like.

However, there was no other feeling after that.

Ximen Chuuxue opened his eyes, only to find that the point of Zhao Mingyuan's sword had stopped on his chest, and even the sharp point of the sword had cut through his spotless white shirt and reached his heart.

This was also the reason why he felt the sting, but he really didn't suffer any harm, not even a drop of blood flowed.

Ximen Chuuxue understood that this was not only because Zhao Mingyuan didn't want to kill him, but also because Zhao Mingyuan's realm was superb, his strength was high, and his mastery of strength had reached perfection.

Unlike when Ximen Chuuxue fought Ye Gucheng in the first place, Ximen Chuuxue's sword could be fired but not retracted.

Zhao Mingyuan's sword, when it was drawn, was like thunder, like a silver bottle breaking and water pouring out, and an iron cavalry protruding with knives and guns.

This is already very commendable, but what is even more frightening is that he was able to completely control such a powerful sword, as if he could use his arms and fingers, without hurting anyone.

This is already a higher realm than killing Ximen Chuuxue with a single sword.

This also shows that Zhao Mingyuan's realm is far beyond that of Ximen Chuuxue.

After a long time, Zhao Mingyuan withdrew his sword.

Ximen Chuuxue sighed: "They say that I am a sword god, but how can I be worthy of being a sword god? Your sword is really called a god. This is probably the pinnacle of swordsmanship, right?"

Zhao Mingyuan was quite complacent.

No matter who is praised by Ximen Chuuxue, they will be happy.

But if you want to talk about the pinnacle of swordsmanship, this is naturally still far away.

However, if it is in this world, it is probably the level of the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Ximen Chuuxue seemed to have something to say.

Probably because he has never lost before, he suddenly talked a little too much, it seemed that he had lost his original demeanor of a sword god, he seemed to have more emotions and desires, and he was more like a person.

But Ximen Chuuxue said sadly: "It's a pity, you are not concentrating on the way of swords."

In this regard, Zhao Mingyuan said: "The way of swordsmanship is extensive, and it has never been exclusive to pure people. It's just that pure people have always had no other distractions, and it is easier to achieve something in the way of swordsmanship, so it has given people such a misunderstanding. "

Looking at Ximen Chuuxue's lost and gloomy eyes, Zhao Mingyuan turned around and said, "However, although I am proficient in all eighteen weapons, my favorite is indeed the sword."

After hearing this, Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help laughing.

Yes, if one is not a person who loves swords and spends a lot of time and energy on swords, how can one reach such a level?
The frustration in Ximen Chuuxue's heart could not help but eased a bit.

The spectators couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that the outcome had been decided.

But more is a sense of loss.

Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship had already made them feel insurmountable in this lifetime.

And after seeing Zhao Mingyuan's swordsmanship, they felt that they would abandon the sword from now on.

After all, people can muster up the courage to catch up with the visible gap.

But how can the gap between heaven and earth be bridged?
On the way down the mountain, Zhao Mingyuan was alone in front, and the heroes followed from a distance, but they were talking about the battle.

Even though many people bet on Zhao Mingyuan's victory, they won a lot of money because of it.At this time, no one mentioned the gambling game, as if they thought it was a blasphemy against the peerless battle just now.

Some people even feel that Zhao Mingyuan's title of "Golden Son" no longer fits his identity.

All the heroes agreed in unison, and discussed behind Zhao Mingyuan's back in a low voice.

Before going down the mountain, Zhao Mingyuan had another title "Sword Demon".

Of course, this is not to belittle Zhao Mingyuan, but to say that Zhao Mingyuan's swordsmanship is incomprehensible to ordinary people. It is like magic and illusion, which makes people unable to understand at all, so it has this title.

Zhao Mingyuan couldn't help smiling wryly, it was because his identity as the leader of the Western Demon Cult was not made public, otherwise the title would be dead.

But he didn't care.

After all, now that even Ximen Chuuxue has been defeated by his sword, Wu Ming is the only one who can be his opponent in this world.

Next, Zhao Mingyuan was going to fight Wu Ming. Regardless of whether he would win or die, Zhao Mingyuan would leave this world.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingyuan couldn't help feeling a sense of loneliness.

Is this the so-called coldness at a high place?

But it's different.I know that there is a higher world, and there are more masters, and there will never be a peak in martial arts and swordsmanship.

But Zhao Mingyuan was so lonely.

Listening to the chattering discussions behind him, even though they might be discussing themselves, Zhao Mingyuan couldn't get into that atmosphere at all, he just felt that they were noisy.

Walking alone, even if there are countless people following behind, no one can walk with you, and no one can talk to you.

Even if he is a close friend and a confidante on his pillow, Zhao Mingyuan can't talk to them about many things.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingyuan couldn't help feeling more lonely.

(End of this chapter)