The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Su Ming looked up and saw a pure white, icy-cold longsword. The blade was as clear as jade, with an ancient and elegant design. Even someone who knew nothing about swords could tell at a glance that it was a treasure.

He examined it for a moment, then took the sword. Holding it felt like grasping a piece of ice, icy cold and piercing. A chill emanated from the sword, threatening to corrode his body, yet it was kept at bay.

"What a sword!"

Su Ming exclaimed in admiration, twirled his sword, and lightly flicked the blade.

"Buzz!"

A clear, faint sword cry echoed through the air. He sensed a faint spirituality within the sword, extremely weak and almost imperceptible. This was what countless swordsmen referred to as the sword heart.

Sword heart is not something unique to swordsmen; only a precious sword possesses a sword heart. This is the essence of a sword. Just as the Peerless Sword was a rare divine weapon in the hands of the Sword Saint, after the Sword Saint's death, the Peerless Sword's sword heart fell silent and was easily severed.

A sword is an inanimate object, but the sword's heart endows it with a spirit. If this spirit continues to grow and merges with the swordsman's mind and spirit, one can achieve the state of oneness between man and sword, just like Bu Jingyun and the peerless sword. The two are perfectly matched, and apart from Bu Jingyun, almost no one can use the peerless sword.

Immediately, Su Ming tossed the sword to Nie Feng, saying, "You try this sword."

Nie Feng stared at the sword for a long time, then grabbed it. Instantly, a bone-chilling cold spread from his palm to his arm, and frost appeared on his arm, forcing him to circulate his internal energy to resist.

"It's so cold! So icy!"

Seeing his pale face, the Sword Saint stroked his beard and laughed, "Haha, this sword was forged using your Nie family's Snow Drinking Mad Saber as its material, and also incorporated many rare materials such as deep-sea cold iron and Arctic ice jade essence. It took me seven days and seven nights to forge it. It is an extremely yin and cold sword. With this sword by your side, it is enough to suppress the mad blood in your body."

Nie Feng managed to suppress the chill emanating from the sword and quickly expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Master!"

"You should name this sword."

Nie Feng thought for a moment, "This disciple believes that this sword can be called the Snow Frost Sword."

This snow refers to the snow from Nie Family's Snow Drinking Mad Saber.

The Sword Saint nodded slightly. "Alright, this Snowfrost Sword is yours."

Then, he looked at Su Ming and said, "Brother, there's no time like the present. I narrowly lost our last battle. How about we have another match today?"

Su Ming readily agreed, "Alright, I'd also like to see your Sword Twenty-Three."

"We can't maneuver here, let's go outside the city."

……

Bamboo grove outside the city.

Two extraordinary figures stood there, while Miyamoto Yukiryu, holding Nie Feng's hand, watched from afar. If they could gain some insights from the battle between these top experts, it would be of great benefit to them.

The Sword Saint held his breath and focused his mind, adjusting himself to his best condition. "How about I only strike once?"

"it is good!"

At this moment, the two concealed their auras, appearing like ordinary people who knew no martial arts.

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling sword shadow flashed in the Sword Saint's narrow eyes, and sword energy burst forth from his body. Golden sword light seemed to overflow from every pore of his body, and his entire body underwent some extraordinary change.

The wind stopped, and the bamboo leaves remained still.

An invisible force field rapidly expanded, enveloping an area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius. Miyamoto Yukiryu and Nie Feng remained motionless, not because they did not want to move, but because they could no longer move.

At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to have become a painting, an exquisite painting. Flowers, trees, everything within this hundred-foot area remained still, like a wondrous scene on earth, with falling leaves suspended in mid-air.

Everything seemed to stop at that moment.

Time stopped, space froze.

Su Ming stood rooted to the spot, like a statue, with a faint light emanating from between his brows. An unparalleled sword intent enveloped this space-time, like an animal encased in amber, unshakeable, a truly devastating attack.

Unlike the Holy Spirit Sword Technique he had encountered before, this new Sword Twenty-Three was alive, vibrant, and omnipresent, like a gentle rain nourishing all things. From between his brows, his spiritual intent emanated, sensing the essence of the sword path.

Besides them, there was something that could move, or more accurately, a phantom, a dreamlike, unreal phantom that flew out from between the sword's brows. It radiated thousands of brilliant golden rays, just like a sun at its zenith.

This was a phantom almost identical to the Sword Saint, with no difference whatsoever in body, features, face, or limbs. He stood before the Sword Saint, his entire body surging with sword intent, his whole body being a sword, his sword energy intense and extremely concentrated.

Sword Dao Primordial Spirit!

This is the Twenty-Three Swords. Whether it is the Twenty-Three Swords of Sentimental Heaven and Earth, the Twenty-Three Swords of Annihilation of Heaven and Earth, or the Twenty-Three Swords of Six Annihilations of Selflessness, the final move of all of them exists in the form of the sword primordial spirit.

This sword strike encapsulates the essence of the Sword Saint's lifelong swordsmanship, passed down from the earliest Sword Saint to his subsequent reincarnations.

Rather than saying that the Sword Saint was reincarnated, it would be more accurate to say that the Sword Twenty-Three move was manifested in the human world through the Sword Saint.

The moment this move was unleashed, masters from all walks of life across the Central Plains sensed it.

Zhonghua Pavilion.

Wuming was playing the erhu, the mournful and profound sound echoing in the small space. Suddenly the music stopped, and he opened his eyes, a hint of joy in them. "Brother Jian, you have finally taken that step."

He was genuinely happy for his old rival. He had anticipated this move. Compared to the ruthless and heartless Sword Twenty-Three, he preferred to see the affectionate and righteous Sword Twenty-Three.

The Heavenly Emperor beneath the snow-capped mountains, Bai Suzhen walking in the mortal world, and Xiao Sanxiao floating on the vast ocean all raised their heads, their eyes filled with surprise. Even experts like them couldn't help but change color in the face of this unparalleled sword technique.

Even they would find this ultimate sword technique very difficult to handle.

The Sword Saint's phantom ignored space and, after appearing, stabbed towards Su Ming.

Su Ming stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, but his eyes grew brighter and his mind became more active than ever before. His primordial spirit transformed into a sword, something unprecedented, something even Wuming could not do.

The sword intent of Sword Twenty-Three appeared before his eyes, transforming into various insights, and in an instant, it faintly merged with the prototype of Sword Thirteen in his mind.

Neither born nor dying, sword heart united with thought, controlling the sword with the spirit, and transforming the spirit into the sword.

At that moment, the Sword Saint flew like a sword and arrived in an instant.

A dazzling sword light shot up from his body, and his supreme sword intent shook the heavens.

This is the ultimate sublimation, the pinnacle of human skill—a single sword strike.

The sword saint's eyes gleamed with a chilling sword light. He formed a sword-finger gesture, and his fingertips seemed to glow with the light of stars, like a single star in the dark night. He pointed directly at Su Ming's brow without any resistance, crushing everything in his path.

"I've got it!"

Just as the sword was about to strike, Su Ming closed his eyes and uttered a soft whisper, which, though light, sounded like a thousand pounds, landing with a resounding thud.

"Sword Thirteen, Transformation into a Divine Being!" (End of Chapter)