Wuguan Sanjue

Chapter 326 Tibetan Mustard's Breakthrough

In Shanran's heart, he took a deep breath, a mouthful of aggrieved, uncontrollable resentment.

Back then, when Gu Daozi imparted the last sword, he died, and the mountain that was originally as tall as a giant mountain fell down.Before he died, Gu Daozi's eyes were full of anticipation, because he was a swordsman, an upright swordsman, but he flinched, because he didn't accept the challenge from others, because he flinched It made his courageous heart covered with a few strands of dust.

What will never be forgotten is Gu Daozi's eyes that were not closed tightly when he died.

Shan Ran knew in his heart that there was a trace of concern in his master's heart, and he would not die with peace.

Once in front of Gu Daozi's grave, Shan Ran swore in his heart that when he understood all the sword skills, including the shocking last sword move, then he would fight for Gu Daozi.

This is what Tibetan mustard thinks in his heart, but he is not open, sometimes he is careless, sometimes he is confused, like an old urchin, so he never tells such deep things.

Jin Chen's is no exception. There have been several times when Jin Chen practiced madly in order to improve his strength and to justify his master's name. Because he has the highest cultivation talent, he wants to provoke the leader...

There are swords from far away.

Shan Ran's resentment was also vented, and she kept venting.

A faint smile appeared on Wuming's face, "Gu Daozi's last sword... well... it's worth my shot."

The sword comes, the wind moves, and the sand rises.

Sharon carrying the storm, the sword is approaching, and the countless gravels are extremely powerful and unstoppable swords.

The hundred-foot-high salon seems to destroy everything in the world, and no one can stop it.

The black broken sword in Wuming's hand was slowly raised, the sword energy was like a swimming dragon, like a shuttle passing through.It's only ten feet long, but it's full of power.

One hundred feet to one foot, it seems that they are not on the same level at all.

Jin Chen and Zang Jie looked very calm, but their eyelids kept beating.Obviously it's just pretending to be calm. Among the three, Shan Ran is the most mediocre, without Tibetan's emptiness, and Jin Chen's talent for ten miles a day.

But at this time it was he who shouldered the heavy burden.

When the sword arrives, so does Sharon.

A broken sword and a complete sword clashed.

The sky is full of yellow sand, and there are many falling waves.It blocked the line of sight, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed.

Jin Chen's complexion changed, and his consciousness spread out, wanting to check the real situation.

However, his spiritual consciousness was blocked, and the yellow sand all over the sky was like a real wall, making it impossible for his spiritual consciousness to check.

Tibetan mustard's expression became ugly, and when he looked at Jin Chen, there was a little nervousness in his eyes. It has changed.

"Jin Chen, what should I do..."

Tibetan mustard said with a trembling tone, listening to the roar coming from the yellow sand, Tibetan mustard used a powerful sword energy to strike out, but the sword energy disappeared into the sand, like rain falling into the sea In general, can't tell the difference.

Jin Chen was also extremely nervous, and forced himself to calm down, saying: "We should trust Master and Shan Ran, the power of the last room will definitely be justified."

Hearing Jin Chen's words, Tibetan Mustard's face looked a little better.But Jin Chen's heart has lost confidence, whether Shanran can win or not, he also has no confidence in his heart.

Occasionally, sword energy swayed out.

Tibetan mustard and Jinchen waited eagerly.

The sound of the wind gradually died down, and the roar of Huangsha Fenglong also gradually subsided.

The faces of Jin Chen and Tibetan Mustard trembled slightly.

Finally, peace was restored between heaven and earth, without a single sound, not even a breeze.

Two figures stood.

The black broken sword stretched forward.

The complete black sword was also pushed forward, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and a drop of blood really slowly slid from the tip of the sword to the body of the sword.

The half of the broken sword was flat and stable, but it didn't touch Shanran's throat, because the blade was too short. If he advanced an inch, Shanran's sword would ruthlessly pierce his throat, but if he didn't move forward Give a few inches, then he will not be able to threaten Shanran.

"You're already dead!" Shan Ran said expressionlessly.

Seeing the long sword stuck at his throat, Wuming showed a smile on his face, nodded, completely ignoring the sword in front of him, and said: "Indeed, you have won, you can do it now, just stab lightly, You have justified your master's name."

Youben's trembling sword became steady, "It is not necessary to use death and blood to rectify the name, I don't like it."

After the words were spoken, Shan Ran retracted the sword, turned around, and walked towards Jin Chen and Zang Jie, with an incomparably relaxed face and a little bit of joy, the stone that had been pressing on her heart for many years was finally released Putting it down, a mouthful of resentment was released, turning into sword energy in the yellow sand all over the sky.

The smile on Wuming's face faded away, he looked at Shanran's back, and then at the piles of bones under his feet.There was an incomparably solemn look on his face.

He looked down at the half black sword in his hand.

Wuming's eyes became complicated. This broken sword has been with him since he started practicing, just like an old friend. He was complete with this sword at the beginning, but in a life-and-death battle, he was defeated. His The sword was cut off, and the enemy still wanted to cut off his head...

A few traces of pain appeared in Wuming's eyes, and there was a dull pain in his heart. A touch of bright red appeared in the depths of his eyes. Bright red is the favorite color of the girl he loves the most. What he will never forget is that Wipe bright red to block in front of him, blocking the enemy's sword, but he died in a fragrant fragrance.

Since then.

Wuming's heart is frozen, strength and strength are his only goals.

Without that touch of bright red, he lost everything, no lover, no friends.

From beginning to end, this broken sword was with him.

In the midst of suffering, he gained great strength. At the moment of success, he secretly vowed in his heart that in this life, he would use the blood of the enemy to paint the bright red that he loves the most in his heart into a bright world.

He didn't know how many people he had killed, and he didn't know how many people were chasing him down. He only remembered that he had been killing for a year, and every time he had blood stained the earth...

Killing made his heart numb, killing too many people, getting used to seeing blood, everything is normal.

However, at this time, Wuming's numb heart actually trembled a little, because he was defeated, and he was very unwilling to lose at the hands of a disciple who once regarded him as an opponent...

Nameless lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Wait a minute..." Wuming made a voice, his voice was very hoarse, as if he wanted to say something but didn't want to say it.

Shanran walked up to Jin Chen and Zang Jie step by step, with a smile on his face, "I won... Master can die in peace."

Both Jin Chen and Zang Jie showed a hint of smile, they couldn't help but nodded, and said, "I did it for you!"

The next moment, Shan Ran's body was riddled with holes and blood burst out like thousands of explosives exploding.

Shan Ran's body couldn't help but fell forward.

Tibetan mustard's expression changed, and he supported Shanran who had fallen to the ground.

In fact, the goodness lies in the fact that when Wuming fought, the fierce sword energy entered his body, and he was always holding on. He didn't dare to distract himself to suppress the sword energy flowing in his body, which might deplete his strength , unable to go all out to achieve victory.

Shanran waited for too long, he chose a path that was close to death, that is to attack unprepared, and attack with all his strength, only in this way can he win.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

The nameless ferocity is too powerful. When the world thinks of it, it is not a problem to be frightened. Shanran is also a human being, and he also has a heart of fear. In this battle, he chose to die.

To die and then to live.

Throwing away everything about himself, in his eyes, only fighting exists.

During the battle, he overcame his fear and finally raised his combat power to a higher level. He also followed his wish and defeated Wuming.

Shan Ran was holding on until the moment of victory.When he walked up to his most trusted partner in the past, he finally let go of the guard and persistence in his heart.

The moment he put it down, the sword energy that had been silent in his body burst out, making him riddled with holes.

Seeing Wuming approaching step by step, Tibetan mustard showed annoyance on his face, and the fierce light in his eyes was fully displayed.Hand Shanran into Jin Chen's hands.

Cang Jie stepped forward, the sword behind his back soared into the sky, and slashed towards Wuming who was not yet approaching.

Wuming didn't even look at it, the broken sword swung out, and the sword that was slashing at him was knocked flying.

Tibetan mustard's expression remained the same, but the killing intent exuded was a bit bitter.

Stretching out one hand, the spiritual power between the sky and the earth suddenly became violent, and a Sharon in the distance soared into the sky, and flew out of Zangjie's hand, forming a huge yellow sand sword.

Jian Wufeng, but it is, can kill all enemies of time.

Clothed, Wuming squinted his eyes, looked at the sword coming towards him, moved his footsteps lightly, and stepped forward, above the broken sword, an incomparably powerful force suddenly burst out.Cut off the giant yellow sand sword in Tibetan mustard's hand.

"I've lived here for half my life, how can I not understand the power in the yellow sand." Wuming said softly, and patted Tibetan mustard's body with a palm that was neither light nor heavy, causing Tibetan mustard to fly upside down and go.

Powerful spiritual power swept out, and Tibetan mustard attacked again. This time, his body was covered with swords, all of which had the spiritual power gathered between heaven and earth. The sword was like a swimming dragon, accompanying Tibetan mustard.With a wave of his finger, the powerful sword energy suddenly flew down like a tiger, heading towards Wuming with fierce killing intent.

The Broken Sword swung frantically, blocking the sword energy that filled the sky.

"You haven't understood the last sword, you are not my opponent." Wuming said again.

The attack between heaven and earth stagnated immediately, and the aura of Tibetan mustard disappeared immediately.Even breathing stopped, like a sandstone in the desert, motionless.

Seeing the sudden disappearance of the killing intent, there was a hint of surprise on Wuming's face.

Tibetan mustard stood motionless above the void, the breath of the whole body was restrained, like a dormant animal in winter.

Wuming ignored it, and was still moving forward, but this time the speed was very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, he came in front of Shanran, and a elixir with a strong fragrance was fed into Shanran's body. In his mouth, the elixir melted in his mouth, and Wuming's speed was so fast that Jin Chen didn't even have time to stop it.

"what are you doing……"

In Jin Chen's tone, there was a trace of anger, and there was a faint burst of sword energy in his eyes.

Wuming smiled indifferently, "I can't die."

Just as Jin Chen was about to speak, a powerful wave came out in the void, like a crack in the earth, and a powerful aura came out from Tibetan Mustard, like a tsunami in the deep sea, gathering momentum and stacking heavily , the momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

Jin Chen's face brightened, and he said in a low voice: "It's cleared, the seven orifices are finally opened."

A powerful breath swept across the desert, and the surrounding yellow sand rolled slowly, like a breeze blowing Buddha, gradually the yellow sand rolled in like waves on the sea surface, making a powerful sound, following the breath of Tibetan mustard As the speed increased, the speed of the yellow sand also became more rapid, like a thunderbolt rolling in the sky, and like a huge wave in the sea, trying to destroy everything.

Wuming's face turned surprised, "Seven-apertured exquisite heart, a powerful martial artist's heart, I didn't expect that this silly boy would actually be enlightened at this time, it's really incredible!"

"die!"

Suddenly, a roar came out, like a thunderbolt sounded from the sky.

Wuming's face froze, and a powerful killing intent enveloped him. In the distant void, countless swords flew towards him, like hundreds of boats fighting each other. Converged, gathered into a sword, the sword is very short, only more than three feet long, but the powerful aura it exudes is enough to kill everything in the world.

Wuming raised the broken sword in his hand, trying to block it.

But at the moment of contact, the long sword in Wuming's hand turned into countless debris.

The power of the sword has not diminished, and it continues to move forward...

In just a split second, Wuming's long hair, which he had tied up at will, fell in all directions, and the swarming sword energy scratched his face with scars, and blood flowed out immediately.

The complex seal was issued quickly in Wuming's hands. Almost instantly, a sword was stabbing Wuming's eyebrows, and the next moment he was waiting for Wuming's soul to fly away.

"stop!"

A voice sounded, followed by a sharp voice, and a lightning-like sword light appeared, and the sword issued by Jiang Zangjie was blocked.

Shanran's figure appeared in front of Wuming.

Seeing Shanran's appearance, the powerful aura on Tibetan Jie gradually subsided, the trembling void became stable, and the rolling sand waves also calmed down.

Now all the seven orifices of Tibetan mustard are opened, and the breath of Tibetan mustard suddenly becomes empty, as if it does not exist in this world.

Shanran stared at Tibetan mustard, feeling the powerful aura emanating from Tibetan mustard, not knowing what to say.

The same is true for Jin Chen, looking at Tibetan mustard, he doesn't know what to say.

Tibetan mustard let out a hearty laugh, and said: "What's the matter, two old fellows, are you not happy to see me break through? Why do you look at me with this expression, what do you want to do..."

After Cangjie's words came out, the expressions of Shanran and Jinchen suddenly changed, with a hint of a smile, and soon they let out hearty laughter.

Seeing Wuming standing behind Shanran, the smile on Cangjie's face became more intense, and he said, "Senior, do you know that I can fight you head-on now?"

A tiny grain of sand appeared in Tibetan mustard's hand, and in a blink of an eye it became a sword, exuding a powerful aura, a speck of dust is a sword, this is what Tibetan mustard realized when it opened its seven orifices New swordplay.

His long hair was scattered casually, and Wuming looked at the provocative Tibetan mustard, and couldn't help laughing wildly. During the laughter, his black hair suddenly turned white.

"I didn't expect that I would be defeated in the hearts of the two younger generations in the end. Even death is enough." Wuming laughed wildly.

With a slap of the palm, the sword in Tibetan Mustard's hand immediately flew up, piercing Wuming's throat.

Swish!
Shan Ran's expression could not help but change, and she wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

However, the sharp sword that shot away turned into a grain of gravel the next moment.

Cangjie also laughed, and said: "Senior, you are not a fool to kill people! Your life is now my old buddy's. If you want to die, you should ask us!"

The nameless face trembled a few times.

Looking at Cangjie in disbelief, he said: "Why do I feel like my life is in your hands, what are you? XZ Jie looked at Wuming with a sneer, and said: "Shanran saved your life twice life, so your life belongs to him. "

Nameless smiled a few times and said nothing more.

Shanran stopped Cangjie's words, bowed to Wuming, and said respectfully: "Senior, I'm so sorry for the collision in the words. Now I have justified my master's name, and my wish is understood. So I'm leaving now."

Cangjie's expression changed involuntarily, and he said, "Shanran, you are..."

Before the words were finished, Shanran's body drifted away.

Jin Chen shook his head and followed closely behind.

Originally, Zang Jie wanted to get a free thug, but now looking at Shan Ran's attitude, it was in vain.Seeing the two figures going away, Zang Jie hastily followed closely behind.

Wuming stood on the spot, looking back, the sandbag that ambushed him also turned into a piece of loose sand.Looking further ahead, there are three figures gradually going away, staring at the broken sword fragments scattered on the ground, Wuming smiled, a little self-deprecating.

"Wait a minute!"

"Do you know the extremely powerful [Sword of Slaughter] that once ruled the world?"

Two loud voices echoed in the void, and the echoes continued for a long time in the empty four fields.

The three figures galloping away suddenly stopped.

(End of this chapter)