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Chapter 1700: The Great Sun Sword Cultivator of the Upper Realm Slacked Off
The sky suddenly became quiet.

There were no enemies, no wars, and all the monks were so peaceful. After the coming of that person, everything became quiet.

"This world,"

"How many old friends are there?"

Jiang Ding sighed softly and looked around.

The True Lord Lieyang has disappeared.

Died in a sword fight three thousand years ago, this warlike Great Sun Sword Master was ultimately unable to win and escape forever, and disappeared one day.

Heilou Xi Tianjun is missing.

This outstanding Tushan maid in the Beiyuan era was a descendant of the Beiyuan Hei family. She came to the upper realm and was promoted to the realm of refining emptiness. She died on the battlefield more than a thousand years ago, along with her fellow Tushan maids.

Yue Ye Tianjun, the mutated Moonlight Rabbit, was a cultivator from the Tushan Fairy City era. He was promoted to the Lianxu realm in the upper realm and also died in battle.

There are also many Divine Transformation monks who have ascended from Beiyuan over the past tens of thousands of years...

That's it.

This is how the world is. As time goes by, the familiar figures in our memory will completely disappear at some point.

There are countless geniuses and outstanding people who come later with extraordinary talents and qualifications, but they are no longer of much significance.

Many emotions appeared in the heart of the Great Sun Sword Master.

Then, it gradually calmed down.

The lake in the heart is as smooth as a mirror, without a single ripple.

"Greetings, Lord Tian."

At this time, a woman as graceful as the wind and snow came from a distance, with extraordinary grace and bowed gracefully.

Great Sun Sword Cultivator, Holy Blood Spirit Body, Mu Tianxue.

The ancestor of the Blood Slaughter Hall, a Jindan force in the Three Kingdoms area in the past, once hunted down the young Dayi Jianzi, and did not die. Instead, he came to the upper realm and is now a cultivator in the early stage of Hedao.

"Your Taoist name is Ice and Snow God?"

"interesting."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "The Great Sun Sword Cultivator is named after ice and snow. This is very interesting and a unique path. Let me see it."

At this moment, he was drastically different.

All the sword practitioners around felt a chill in their hearts.

This is Dainichi Jianzi.

From a fragile and affectionate boy to a cold swordsman and a majestic swordsman, it only takes a moment, and no one knows what is real.

Maybe both, maybe neither.

"Yes,"

"Tianjun!"

Mu Tianxue accepted the order respectfully.

She knew that not everyone was qualified to be called an old friend in front of Dayi Jianzi and could touch his emotions.

And when the sword master's order appears, it is best not to disobey.

Keng!
Mu Tianxue drew his sword.

This is a flying sword that is as icy as snow and as thin as a cicada's wing. It is extremely hot and extremely cold. As soon as it appears, it freezes the space and countless laws of the heavenly way. The ice crystal patterns freeze the entire universe.

At this moment, nine identical Mu Tianxue drew their swords.

These nine Mu Tianxue are not clones, they are all the real body, which comes from the power of the innate Taoist body.

They burned their blood and spirit, and cut through the space and the web of rules with one sword. With their cultivation at the initial stage of Hedao, they actually displayed the combat power of the peak level of Hedao, which fascinated many sword cultivators around them.

This extremely sublime sword landed on the hair of the young man in blue and froze there.

"interesting."

"Using the Great Sun Sword's ability to absorb heat to create an extremely cold environment?"

"It's really a wonderful idea, and it suits you very well. It can be regarded as a new path."

Jiang Ding was generous with his praise. He raised his hand.

The ice crystal flying sword was caught between two fingers and thrown back casually, turning into a stream of light that reflected in Mu Tianxue's pupils.

"This……"

Mu Tianxue's heart was pounding, and she looked at her natal flying sword like a possessed person.

It was clearly the same ice and snow flying sword, the flying sword that had accompanied her for tens of thousands of years. It was just thrown to her casually by someone.

That flying sword actually contained such beautiful and terrifying sword skills.

These sword techniques were so familiar. They were clearly the Great Sun Ice and Snow Sword Techniques that she had practiced all her life, but they were much deeper and more mysterious. Several completely different sword directions appeared in the dim light.

The mystery in this is extremely exquisite.

It neither gives a completely specific answer, so as not to destroy the spirituality of the sword-fighting practitioners, nor does it provide sufficient direction for advancement. Once fully comprehended, the sword-fighting will surely make rapid progress.

Mu Tianxue couldn't help but stare in a trance.

Keng!
The ice crystal flying sword came in front of her, who was stunned, and slowly returned to the scabbard without hurting her at all.

Mu Tianxue woke up suddenly, feeling inexplicably lost.

Is she no longer qualified to be seriously injured by the Great Sun Sword Master?

As expected, the young man in blue ignored her.

He looked into the distance, at a bright and dazzling figure, who walked towards him step by step, and finally knelt on one knee in surrender.

"Sword Master."

he said.

It's not the Great Sun Sword Master, nor the Pure Yang Sword Master, but the Sword Master. He calls a void-refining cultivator the Sword Master.

So natural, so reasonable.

The sword master of the Sun lineage!

This person might be the most orthodox Great Sun Sword Pavilion Great Sun Sword cultivator in the world. He is so pure without a trace of impurities, and is not much different from the first Great Sun Sword Master who founded the Great Sun Sword Pavilion hundreds of thousands of years ago.

"Mingguang,"

"I thought you would draw your sword against me. After all, you are already a mid-stage Hedao cultivator."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

"If that is true, in my memory, your image is still brilliant and has not changed with the passage of time."

When the other party gives up his honor, the title will also change.

This cannot but make people feel a lot of regrets.

Many years ago, when they last met, Ming Guangzi had merely fled and had not completely failed, so there was still a possibility of a counterattack.

A potential opponent just disappeared.

"Sword Master,"

“I have reached my limit.”

Ming Guangzi bowed his head and whispered, "After tens of thousands of years in the upper realm, with such favorable conditions, so many classics for reference, and so many excellent sword resources, I still cannot launch a brand new Hedao-level "Great Sun Sword Sutra."

"In terms of talent, I am far inferior to the previous Great Sun Sword Master Xiyuan."

“Even though I’m in the Nine Spirit Realm, I’m at most a master who maintains the status quo. I can’t push the Great Sun Sword Dao to a higher peak. I can only leave it to future generations. As time passes, another generation of peerless Great Sun Sword Masters will appear and break the current limit of the Great Sun Sword Dao.”

"From now on, you are the one."

"Following your footsteps, I have the hope of becoming a celestial being in the future, or even pursuing higher hopes."

A bloody battle is a supreme opportunity for sword cultivators.

However, this opportunity cannot change everything.

Ming Guangzi survived tens of thousands of years of bloody battles, won victories from time to time, and gained a lot of insights, but he was still unable to deduce the "Great Sun Sword Sutra" to a new height, so that in terms of inheritance, he was always much weaker than the same level of the Immortal Sect.

These tens of thousands of years have worn away his ambitions.

(End of this chapter)