At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 309: Kill the Sword Demon with One Sword
"Wait a minute."

Xiao Han glanced and curled his lips: "The death of a few ants won't cause much trouble. Besides, there is no martial arts conference without casualties."

He held Ning Xi's hand and said, "The more people die, the more fun it will be."

"Ok."

Ning Xi nodded. She was not a person of the martial arts world and no longer understood its rules. Whether it was the Northern Wei Dynasty or the Central Plains martial arts world, they all believed in the law of the jungle.

Even if the Sword Demon did not take the stage, the fight for Wu Qi Palace would inevitably become more bloody. For those present, who has not killed someone?

Even the hands of those women holding swords were probably stained with blood.

Arena.

The essence is that I kill you and you kill me. What is benevolence, morality, or the difference between good and evil? In the face of interests, they are nothing.

Seeing the Sword Demon acting so presumptuous, the masters of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism all watched their eyes at their noses, their noses at their ears, and their ears at their hearts.

The position of Palace Master of Wuqi Palace has nothing to do with them, so naturally they don't bother to fight against demons and defend the way of justice.

Besides, even Xiao Han, the King of Xiliang, is not in a hurry, so they are even more indifferent.

The Jianghu is so big, how could there not be deaths every day? What does it matter if more than ten masters died today?
There is a lack of everything in this world except people and experts.

There was a master of the Profound Finger Realm who was forced off the stage by the Sword Demon's Broken Meridians Sword. He covered his chest with his hands, his face was in pain, and his breathing was extremely unstable.

She was obviously seriously injured by the sword. If it weren't for her profound cultivation, this sword energy would have taken most of her life. But now she is not having an easy time.

He immediately retreated back to his own camp, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and practiced internal energy to heal his wounds.

"Who else?"

On the stone platform, the Sword Demon laughed wantonly, with his hands on his hips, pointing at the crowd around him and cursing, "A bunch of cowardly rats."

Xiao Han, who was originally watching the show, suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance with a deep gaze. Almost at the same time, Shen Pei also turned his head and looked over there.

He felt a long-lost and familiar breath.

A man in a green robe stepped onto the square, carrying an ancient sword on his back, with his hands hanging in his sleeves. He took one step of a hundred feet, and in two breaths, he had crossed most of the square.

A gentle force automatically separated the crowd in front of him, and after a few steps, the man stepped onto the stone platform.

"Junior brother."

The man just glanced at the Sword Demon, then looked at Shen Pei in the distance, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Senior brother."

Shen Pei's senior brother is Wuming. Back then, they were both disciples of the Sword Sect. They became disciples of Jian Hui and competed for the Sword Sect's supreme skills, the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect.

When the two fought, Shen Pei was defeated, and Jian Hui used his own cultivation and life to perform the Heaven-Returning Ice Technique.

He froze the Wanjian Sword Sect and the entire Sword Sect, forcing Wuming and Shen Pei to give up the duel.

The result of this was that the entire Sword Sect completely disappeared from the world, and most of the masters and disciples died under the Huitian Bingjue.

Only Shen Pei and Wuming were left.

One of them wandered around the world and only came out in the past two years, defeating countless masters of both the righteous and evil worlds. The other one joined Xiao Han's team, entered the Knife Sharpening Hall, gave up his sword and practiced the Knife, practicing the Eight Killing Knife Techniques.

Shen Pei's mood was extremely complicated, but over the years, his resentment towards Wuming was gradually weakening.

The two of them were fighting for a copy of Wanjian Guizong. Even though this move was very powerful, there were many other martial arts in the Modao Hall that were not inferior to Wanjian Guizong.

Apart from anything else, the Eight Killing Sword Techniques that Shen Pei is currently practicing is not inferior to the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin.

Although Shen Pei only replied to Wuming "Senior Brother", there was a deeper meaning behind it, which showed that he had let go of the past.

No matter whether he was disdainful of competing with Wuming for Wanjian Guizong or he didn't want to continue fighting, the short answer was that he had let it go.

After all, the Sword Sect only had Wuming and Shen Pei left, and both of them went their separate ways.

After hearing Shen Pei call him "senior brother", Wuming showed a relieved smile on his face, and his aura became more and more sharp.

"It's Wuming."

There is no shortage of such know-it-alls in the martial arts world. Moreover, Wuming's current reputation is not small. He is considered to be a leader among the newly rising young generation in the martial arts world. He has been active in the martial arts world for several years without a single defeat.

"nameless?"

The Sword Demon naturally also heard the discussions of the people below the stage and looked disdainful, but the next moment, he launched a sneak attack and pointed his Meridian-Breaking Sword towards Wuming Point.

"shameless."

"Sneak attack."

"Rat."

The people around the stone platform opened their eyes wide. They had been unhappy with the Sword Demon for a long time, and now they started cursing at him.

"boom"

Then, when the Meridian-Severing Sword Qi was still three feet away from Wuming, it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and was blocked by an invisible wall of air.

Wuming turned his head and watched the Sword Demon flying backwards. This sudden change was completely beyond the Sword Demon's expectations.

"boom"

He had no time to dodge and was hit directly by the meridian-severing sword energy, which penetrated into his body. His face twisted and he let out a scream.

"The clown."

Wuming snorted coldly. This was the time when he was showing his best. During swordplay competitions, many masters died under his sword.

Facing the Sword Demon's sneak attack, Wuming naturally would not show mercy. He unsheathed the long sword on his back, and with a flash of sword light, he slashed towards the Sword Demon.

"Courageous"

The Sword Demon roared angrily, cold sweat broke out all over his body. When he was about to die, he saw that the green sword disappeared in an instant and he was seriously injured by the meridian-breaking sword energy. How could he dare to stay?

He tiptoed and dove backwards, trying to escape, but although he was fast, the nameless sword was even faster.

Only a shrill scream was heard, which suddenly stopped, and then the sword energy dissipated, leaving the sword demon's body on the ground. Hot blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

His body twitched and then he became completely motionless. A generation of devil died in the academy square.

Wuming shook the sword in his hand, and the blood on the sword was shaken off with the innate energy. The sword energy was shining brightly, and a terrifying sharpness was spreading.

"Good kill."

A righteous hero clapped his hands in joy, spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the sword demon's body, and cursed: "This demon has harmed countless people, and today he is finally dead."

Two armored soldiers stepped forward, dragged the Sword Demon's body away, and buried it somewhere at random. After all, such a famous master in the martial arts world must not be left to lie exposed in the wilderness.

A sword.

Wuming killed the Sword Demon who was at the Zhixuan realm with just one sword strike. The strength he displayed was extremely powerful.

Even Dayue'er and Xueying couldn't help but frown and look solemn. If there were no more powerful masters to fight today.

I'm afraid that the position of Sword Palace Master will fall into Wuming's hands.

Qingyao was even more nervous and a little anxious. Although she was extremely confident in her own abilities, she was not sure if she could defeat Wuming after she went on stage.

But soon, Qingyao's thoughts were interrupted because a terrifying and powerful person stepped into the school.

He was a man in tattered clothes, riding a donkey with an ancient sword on his back.

(End of this chapter)