The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 387 Sword Twenty-Two Defeated! Sword Twenty-Three, on an even higher level.
The lake was shrouded in mist and rain, with a light fog rising from it.

Two unparalleled figures stood tall, the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world, the ethereal sword and the holy sword, clashing on the tranquil lake surface.

Even though the swordsman opposite him was young and powerful, with unfathomable skill, Dugu Jian was fearless. He used his fingers as swords and unleashed a series of amazing sword moves. The sword energy at his fingertips turned into wisps of white rainbow. As soon as he raised his sword finger, it was as if the sun was rising into the sky. His whole body seemed to be glowing. Then, endless sword energy burst out and swept across the heavens and the earth.

A net of swords suddenly appeared on the entire lake surface, transforming into a sea of ​​swords in an instant!
Each sword aura carried a soaring killing intent, cold and ruthless, killing nothing in its path, completely different from Sword Eighteen who had left a little room for maneuver just now.

"Sword Nine, Reincarnation!"

Su Ming also used his fingers as a sword, and a chilling sword aura condensed at his fingertips. In an instant, thousands of sword energies converged like rivers flowing into the sea and streams flowing into the Yangtze River, forming a vast torrent of sword energy in front of him. It was endless, flowing back and forth, repeating itself endlessly, just like a never-ending cycle of reincarnation.

The Sword of Reincarnation cycles endlessly, colliding with Sword Nineteen on the lake's surface. Streams of sword energy vanish or explode upon impact, creating countless splashes and ripples.

At the bottom of the water, the swimming fish seemed to sense the ominous atmosphere and swam frantically, rushing towards the bottom.

Su Ming gazed at the sword mark on his clothes, his eyes filled with admiration. "The ruthless sword is indeed different."

Looking at his flowing hair and tattered sleeves, Dugu Jiansheng couldn't help but sigh, "The Ethereal Sword Technique is a rare sword technique in the mortal world. Today, to witness this sword technique, I can die without regret."

In terms of strength, unless the Sword Saint comprehends the Twenty-Three Sword Techniques, he is definitely no match for Su Ming. However, there are few peerless swordsmen in the world who resemble the Sword Saint or the Nameless Swordsman. Therefore, Su Ming is willing to fight them in the manner of a swordsman.

Since comprehending Sword Eleven, his swordsmanship has stagnated for a long time. There are very few swordsmen in the world worthy of him using Sword Eleven. Only by fighting against these swordsmen can he make progress in his swordsmanship.

Besides fighting against Sword Saints and others, there is another way to improve his swordsmanship: opening the Sword Realm, which is formed by the sword intent of countless swordsmen and contains countless essences of sword techniques.

However, opening the Sword Realm requires a fateful battle between the two nameless brothers, and now is not the time.

"Sword Twenty!"

"Sword Nine Reincarnation!"

"Sword Twenty-One!"

As soon as the Sword Saint unleashed his "Sword Twenty-One," twenty-one sword shadows instantly blotted out the sky, their chilling killing intent aimed directly at Su Ming's vital points! The twenty-one sword strikes came in rapid succession, each one linked to the next, attempting to force him into the pre-set death position of the sword moves and thus kill him together!

Su Ming joined two fingers together, unleashing the Hidden Dragon Sword Intent to activate the ethereal sword technique: Sword Ten, Heavenly Burial!
The surging sword energy soared into the sky, multiplying from ten to a hundred, then from a hundred to a thousand, its magnificence beyond compare. Each sword energy carried a chilling killing intent, as if it were about to bury the entire world.

Two completely different, ruthless swords clashed once again. The ethereal sword technique was ever-changing, while the Holy Spirit Sword Technique was characterized by its ruthlessness and devoid of thought, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The Sword Saint used his fingers as swords, unleashing streaks of sword energy towards Su Ming. The two figures moved from the lake surface to the shore, and then to the foot of the mountain.

Along the way, the sword energy dissipated, shattering the clouds. In the forest, flocks of birds were startled and flapped their wings to avoid it.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but it still couldn't get within three feet of them.

As the powerful and fierce sword energies clashed, rocks rolled, the earth cracked, and the grass and trees within a radius of a hundred feet were instantly destroyed and severed at the roots!

Just then, Su Ming stomped his foot hard, drawing in endless earth energy to repair the earth's wounds. The crack suddenly closed up again, restoring the earth to its original state.

The two did not use swords, but they themselves were a sharp sword.

"Happy, happy!"

Having regained his peak condition, Dugu Jiansheng laughed wildly. He had been sitting in his sword hut for decades, unable to find a worthy opponent. This time, he had long been prepared to die.

But Su Ming's help not only relieved him of the worry of dying, but also restored him to his peak, allowing him to unleash his sword energy to his heart's content. He felt better than ever before, and rarely had he felt so happy in his life.

At this moment, the wind and rain that were originally falling suddenly rolled up like a huge curtain before colliding with each other in the air, creating a strange scene between heaven and earth, just like a huge waterfall stretching across the sky.

"Wow!"

The rain fell like a torrential downpour, and Su Ming stood in the wind and rain, his sword intent gradually rising.

Dugu Jiansheng's gray hair moved without wind, and he looked like an enraged lion, with a ruthless and thoughtless killing intent spreading in his heart.

Both of them had used Sword Twenty-One and Sword Ten, and they both knew that the next sword strike would be the last one, and the one that would decide the outcome of the battle.

……

Zhonghua Pavilion, second floor.

A man sat silently by the window, playing the erhu with great passion, while a man with an ugly face stood quietly beside him, motionless.

The mournful sound of the erhu conveys an indescribable sense of desolation and loneliness.

The man sat there, his hair casually disheveled, dressed in plain, simple clothes, not much different from any other passerby. Even his face was unremarkable, appearing somewhat destitute and weathered. But fortunately, he possessed an extraordinary pair of eyes, eyes that alone surpassed those of countless heroes and geniuses in the world.

He remained silent, his body swaying from side to side as he played the violin, his expression serene.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and the man raised his head, his indifferent eyes flashing with an unprecedented brilliance.

Wuming put down his beloved erhu, went to the window, and looked at the distant sky, where there was no cloud in the sky, just like any other day.

But he knew that a thousand miles away, the Sword Saint was fighting someone, and he had sensed that person's sword.

"The Sword Saint is fighting someone, is it him?"

Thinking of the Sword Saint's age and the sword, Nameless hesitated for once. The Sword Saint was old, and this battle was probably the last one in his life. Considering their old friendship, he should also go and send his old rival off on his way.

"It's good to go and take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuming stood still. After a moment, his figure slowly dissipated. It turned out that he had already left, leaving behind only a sword aura.

……

Deep within the Tianshan Mountains, a massive block of ice suddenly shattered, and a figure slowly emerged from within. His face was covered by ice, and he gazed into the distance with surprise and doubt, his heart pounding.

The battle between the two peerless swordsmen gave him a premonition that an unprecedented crisis was closing in on him, and that his death was imminent.

"Who is it? The Sword Saint? Impossible, he's too old. Could it be another sword?"

Di Shitian's eyes were terrifyingly sinister, as if they could drip water. With his millennia of cultivation, he had only suffered a great loss against Wu Wudi.

Now, he senses that death is imminent, but he still dares not leave Tianshan.

This is the headquarters of the World Society. To deal with him, we must first deal with Xiong Ba. Xiong Ba's fortune is rising, and only Feng Yun can kill him. It is with the protection of this fortune that Di Shitian is able to heal his wounds safely. He doesn't even dare to stay in the Heavenly Gate that he built, for fear of being found by Wu Wudi.

His injuries were still not fully healed, but the tremor in his heart was undeniable. After encountering Wu Wudi, he had lost his invincible ambitions; there were too many freaks in the world, and even with his millennia of cultivation, he wasn't safe. However, he couldn't ignore the impending doom. His face, hidden behind the mask, was grim and uncertain. After a long while, a cold voice echoed in the cave, "Ice Emperor, go and bring back the person who fought the Sword Saint. His life or death is irrelevant!"

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of ice inside the ice cave exploded, and a wildly arrogant figure burst out with laughter. The man had white hair, his hands were covered by ice, and half of his face was covered by frost, making him look extremely sinister.

He let out a wild laugh and then vanished.

……

Besides Wuming and Di Shitian, the Immortal God of the Search God Palace, the Demon Lord, Wu Wudi, and Xiao Sanxiao, who was boating on the shore of the East Sea, and other top experts of the time all sensed it.

Where did this unexpected swordsman come from?
These people were all curious about Su Ming's identity, but that was all they were curious about, except for the Demon Lord, of course.

……

The Sword Saint's eyes flashed with an astonishing sword light, and he let out a long shout, pointing his finger in a daze.

"Twenty-two swords!"

The low mountain behind the Sword Saint suddenly exploded out of thin air. Sword intent spread out, and an invisible aura swept by. The flying rocks instantly turned into dust and transformed into stone swords that hovered in the air, piling up like a mountain, forming a sword mountain.

Behind him, countless stone swords rained down like arrows, covering Su Ming from all sides.

At the same time, Su Ming formed a sword seal with his hand, and the eleventh move of the different ethereal sword techniques reappeared in the mortal world.

"Sword Eleven, Cease the War!"

On the battlefield, amidst the clash of weapons and the murderous intent of humanity, every sword strike was filled with resolute killing intent. Each sword strike seemed to transform into a person wielding a sword towards the Sword Saint. The surging crowd formed a powerful force of humanity, overwhelming and unstoppable.

The Sword Saint's Twenty-Two Swords, each seemingly simple stone sword, exhibit completely different trajectories, encompassing countless variations.

"Boom!"

Rolling sound waves, accompanied by the explosive sounds of hundreds of thunderbolts, flowed down, vast and mighty like thousands of ferocious beasts trampling the void and reaching all corners of the world, resounding throughout heaven and earth.

High above, the clouds churned and were instantly split in two, as if the sky itself had been cleaved open by sword energy!
Explosions filled the sky as stone swords crumbled into dust and fell to the ground. Sword energy dissipated, and countless sword shadows swirled and collided, transforming the entire world into a realm of sword energy.

A moment later.

"Tick!"

Dugu Jiansheng raised his finger and looked at it. On the straight, sword-like finger bone, a wound slowly appeared, and blood slowly dripped down, seeping into the soil.

Su Ming glanced at his sleeve, which was slightly dirty with a little stone powder on it.

Although it was only a slight difference in the number of wounds, it clearly showed who was superior. Neither of them used their swords, so they were essentially on the same level.

Under such circumstances, the Sword Saint readily admitted defeat, saying, "I have lost. Sword Eleven has exhausted the limits of human strength, and I am willing to admit defeat."

Having roamed the martial world for decades, he had lost again. At this moment, a faint sense of loss welled up within him. In his eyes, the Misty Sword Technique was a peerless sword technique, but he asked himself if the Holy Spirit Sword Technique was any less impressive.

But why did I lose again?

He accepted his defeat to Tianjian, because Tianjian was the supreme master of swordsmanship, a fact universally acknowledged in the martial arts world. Therefore, he had been chasing after him for decades, eventually creating the Twenty-Two Swords.

But now, he has lost again.

The series of defeats made him doubt himself. "Back then, my Sword Twenty-One lost to Nameless. I never thought that today, my Sword Twenty-Two would lose to your Sword Eleven again. Is my Holy Spirit Sword Technique so vulnerable?"

Seeing the old man's dejection, Su Ming waved the stone dust off his sleeve and said in a deep voice, "It's not that your swordsmanship is weak, but that your swordsmanship has not yet reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and has many flaws."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint's eyes lit up again. "You mean, there's a higher level of swordsmanship above Sword Twenty-Two?"

Su Ming nodded. "That's right. Sword One to Sword Twenty-Two are just swords of mortals, but Sword Twenty-Three is a sword technique that does not belong to the human world. Just now when you used Sword Twenty-Two, I vaguely sensed that an extremely terrifying sword would be born in the future. This sword is the most perfect sword."

Sword Twenty-Two is a merciless sword, decisive enough, but not merciless enough. Only when it is merciless and selfless can it be called Sword Twenty-Three.

The final move of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Sword Twenty-Three, has three variations: one is the Heaven-Destroying Earth-Severing Sword Twenty-Three, another is the Sentimental Heaven and Earth Sword Twenty-Three, and the last one is the Six Annihilation Sword Twenty-Three.

Among them, the Six Annihilation Sword Twenty-Three is the strongest and also the most powerful sword strike.

Just then, Su Ming's eyes narrowed as he looked into the distance. He sensed a majestic and supreme sword aura approaching. Without a doubt, the person coming was none other than Heavenly Sword Nameless.

The so-called Heavenly Sword is not a martial arts realm, but rather refers to a specific level of swordsmanship.

For example, the Sword Saint is the Holy Sword, Bu Jingyun is the Overlord Sword, Wuming is the Heavenly Sword, and Mu Yingxiong is the Absolute Sword!

Every true swordsman is a fine sword, and these sword techniques are basically unique. Apart from Nameless himself, it seems that no one else can become the Heavenly Sword.

In the midst of the turmoil, there are three great sword paths: the Heavenly Sword is supreme, the Demonic Sword is ultimate, and the Flying Immortal is the fastest!

Anyone who reaches any one of these three realms can dominate the martial arts world, but they cannot be considered invincible.

The Heavenly Sword is a legendary sword technique that has been passed down for thousands of years. Throughout history, only Wuming has reached this level!

The Demon Sword is the ultimate weapon. Since it is called "Demon", it is naturally devoid of emotion and righteousness. All past events, all separations and deaths, all joys and sorrows, all seven emotions and six desires are severed by the sword, which is why it can become the ultimate "Demon" sword!

The final Ascension is the fastest sword in the world, a swordsmanship realm that surpasses all limits. Because in this realm, the sword is no longer drawn by the hand, but by the heart.

Although the Sword Saint is a holy sword, the difference between saint and demon is just a thought away. When his Holy Spirit Sword Technique is a sword path of emotion, it is the Sword One to Sword Eighteen that he and Miyamoto Yukure created together!

These eighteen moves embody the Way of the Sword with Compassion, and can be considered a sacred sword technique.

However, from Sword Nineteen to the final Sword Twenty-Three, he followed the ruthless sword path, merging two completely different sword paths into one, which is why he said that the Sword Saint's sword had flaws.

Either he rediscovers his emotions, comprehends the Twenty-Three Swords of Sentimental Heaven and Earth, and returns to the Way of Sentimental Swords. Or, starting from Sword Nineteen, he comprehends the Twenty-Three Swords of Annihilation of Heaven and Earth, or the Twenty-Three Swords of Six Annihilation.

However, in Su Ming's opinion, the so-called Heavenly Sword and Demonic Sword are too general. Although the Nameless Heavenly Sword is strong, Mu Yingxiong's Absolute Sword is not bad either. In addition, there is Bu Jingyun's Overlord Sword, whose combat power should not be underestimated.

In his eyes, there are only two kinds of swordsmanship in this world: one is the sword of emotion, and the other is the sword of indifference.

With feelings and thoughts, there are no feelings and no thoughts.

(End of this chapter)