Lao Tzu is Ji Gong

Xiong Ba smiled and said, "Your master's abilities are beyond your comprehension."

As he spoke, he ignored the nameless mockery. Since he began practicing the Supreme Heavenly Demon Scripture, his loyalty to Li Xiuyuan had become absolute, like that of a fanatical believer.

Even Bu Jingyun was the same. Although he hated Xiong Ba to the extreme, he dared not act rashly because of Li Xiuyuan's suppression. If he had to choose between revenge and obedience, he would naturally obey the Demon Lord!

However, Xiong Ba being punished as a goalkeeper can be considered as easing Bu Jingyun's resentment.

"Master, Senior Brother Yun!"

"Master, Junior Brother Yun!"

These two sentences refer to the third and eldest disciples of Xiong Ba, respectively.

But then, behind Wuming, four people suddenly came rushing from the foot of the mountain. The one in the lead was a young man who was the fastest, moving with incredible speed!

This person is none other than Nie Feng, the God of Wind. Having mastered the Wind God Leg technique, few can match his speed.

The person behind him was a young man in black. His expression was indifferent, and although his speed was not as fast as Nie Feng's, it was still unmatched by many.

The third was a young man in a white robe, about twenty-six years old, with clear features and a gentle and refined appearance, exuding an indomitable spirit.

The last person was a monk, around forty years old. He had a calm and peaceful demeanor, and his eyes gave the impression of wisdom and compassion for all living beings.

The four people are Nie Feng, Qin Shuang, Jian Chen, and Bu Xu, all of whom are top-notch martial arts masters.

Upon seeing Nie Feng and Qin Shuang, Xiong Ba laughed and said, "Feng'er, Shuang'er! You've arrived. Come join the Demonic Sect with your master!"

Nie Feng hesitated for a moment and did not agree. He glanced at Bu Jingyun, wondering why the two of them had gotten together.

Qin Shuang clearly sensed that something was wrong with Xiong Ba, and she didn't agree.

Li Xiuyuan said calmly, "You are Wuming!"

As he spoke, a sinister light shone in his cold eyes.

Upon hearing this, Wuming replied, "That is indeed me."

hum!

The various sects on the three training grounds were already prepared to submit, but the appearance of Wuming gave them hope.

Nameless is known in the martial arts world as a legend, on par with the Sword Saint, and is called the Southern Nameless and the Northern Sword Saint. He has already advanced to the Heavenly Sword realm.

At the age of nineteen, he defeated countless masters, crushed the eight major sects, and became famous. Later, he defeated the Sword Saint.

However, Wuming went into seclusion in the Zhonghua Tower because his entire family had been killed by Po Jun.

In the past, the Japanese wanted to conquer the Central Plains, but the god Jue Wushen led five thousand elites across the sea to invade.

Although Wuming had lived a carefree life for many years, he still took action and single-handedly guarded Shanhaiguan Pass for a full day and night. None of the five thousand Japanese could enter the city, yet none were killed. In the end, they gave up in the face of difficulties.

Based on these achievements, Wuming was hailed as a legend in the martial arts world, and his prestige in the martial arts community was unmatched.

But in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, he was incredibly foolish and unworthy of being called a hero. In his youth, he acted impulsively and left no room for compromise, and later he became too disheartened, passive, and withdrawn.

Moreover, if Wuming had not previously defeated the eight major sects, causing countless sect leaders and elders to die or be injured, which led to a period of decline in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, why would there be a need for one person and one sword to guard Shanhaiguan?

But Wuming showed mercy to the Japanese, so their strength and ambition remained unaffected. One day, they will surely make a comeback, causing endless trouble!

Such actions are a complete reversal of cause and effect!

If it were Li Xiuyuan, he would spare the lives of his own kind, at least he wouldn't let the martial arts tradition of the Central Plains wither because of him.

But if it is an outsider with wolfish ambitions, I will kill one if one comes, and kill two if two come. There is absolutely no reason to let a tiger return to the mountain!

We would rather let the ravenous bleed to death than let our fellow countrymen shed tears.

Li Xiuyuan said calmly, "Are you trying to stop me?"

As he spoke, his killing intent erupted, and he had already guessed the nameless man's intentions!

Wuming sighed softly, "Indeed, Your Excellency desires to unify the martial world, so I have no choice but to come. I hope the Demon Lord will reconsider and not act arbitrarily!"

His eyes, though calm, were incredibly complex. He had dedicated his life to swordsmanship, reaching the Heavenly Sword realm, a level unmatched by any other swordsman in the world.

Chapter 76 Heavenly Sword Realm

The sword's heart should be as deep as a deep pool and as immovable as a mountain, without waves or ripples, yet in the past month, it has been shaken one after another.

First, when the Sword Saint was on his deathbed, he mastered the strongest sword technique of his life—the Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Severing Sword Twenty-Three!

The moment this sword was drawn, it caused ghosts to weep and gods to tremble, and the world to lose its light. Naturally, it also shocked Wuming, who was in harmony with the Dao of Heaven.

The second was the Time-Fleeting Sword used by Li Xiuyuan. That sword of time's sorrow was so powerful and deadly that it shocked him greatly!

The third is the establishment of the Demonic Sect, which wanted to subdue all the major sects in the world, forcing him to intervene.

Li Xiuyuan said, "Nameless, you have long since retired from the martial world, why bother getting involved in this mess!"

As he spoke, he stared coldly at Wuming, awaiting his response.

Wuming sighed, "Alas! I was originally a country bumpkin, but you have stirred up trouble, and I have no choice but to show myself so that people in the martial world will not be oppressed by the Demonic Sect."

His tone carried a hint of helplessness. Over the years, Wuming had become rusty in his swordsmanship. Compared to wielding swords, he preferred to play the erhu for his own amusement.

Unfortunately, Li Xiuyuan's demonic sect expanded too much, causing everyone in the martial arts world to feel insecure and forcing them to intervene to stop it.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuyuan said calmly, "It seems that the Heavenly Sword is destined to be released after all!"

He paused and then said, "Very well, I've heard that you once defeated the Sword Saint. I'd like to see how you, Heavenly Sword, will withstand the Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Three."

At this moment, through the deduction of Shakyamuni Buddha in his dantian, he also gained some insights into the twenty-third sword technique of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!

Moreover, Li Xiuyuan's realm is higher than that of the Sword Saint, so the power of his Sword Twenty-Three must be even greater!

Wuming sighed softly and said, "Alright, it seems you're unwilling to back down. Let's see who has the better skills!"

As he spoke, he pointed his index finger forward, and an invisible sword aura burst forth.

boom!

Upon seeing this, Li Xiuyuan waved his right hand, and the palm force, accompanied by a strong wind, dispersed the nameless sword energy.

Li Xiuyuan said calmly, "Wuming, you know how powerful I am. Let's skip the unnecessary probing and show you our true abilities!"

This sword energy would be extremely difficult for Bu Jingyun to withstand, but Li Xiuyuan could easily disperse it.

Wuming nodded upon hearing this, but he knew in his heart that if he did not use his true skills, he would probably find it difficult to defeat his opponent, especially the sword strike from earlier, which he still had no way to counter.

Although Wuming had no sword in his hand, since he had entered the Heavenly Sword Realm, a sword was dispensable. He quickly pointed out with his index finger, and instantly ten thousand swords rang out all around, their sound shaking the heavens.

Countless swords belonging to martial artists on the three training grounds flew out of their hands and rained down on Li Xiuyuan from all directions.

Wuming did not use any powerful energy to guide them, nor did he control the swords with his energy. These swords actually responded to the call of the Heavenly Sword and came as ordered.

The Heavenly Sword is the supreme among all swords and is revered by all swords!

When Wuming advances to the Heavenly Sword realm, even if he only comprehends a trace of the will of heaven, it is an inviolable will of heaven for an ordinary sword, as long as his sword intent moves.

Even without exerting any power, the myriad swords would automatically respond to his command and assist him.

Of course, these only refer to ordinary swords. If a sword is completely in tune with its master's mind, it will not respond to the call, such as the Peerless Sword or the Unparalleled Sword.

However, there are quite a few unruly and disrespectful swords in the world of Feng Yun, such as the Sword of Defeat and the Fire Kirin Sword.

Li Xiuyuan took a deep breath and threw out his fist. Although there were no fancy moves, it contained an incomparably powerful force that could shatter even a diamond.

The sword net formed by the nameless sword intent was actually broken by Li Xiuyuan's punches. At this moment, his physical body had advanced to the primordial spirit realm, and the power of every move he made was extraordinary!

Li Xiuyuan took out the Divine Demon Sword from the system space. He held the sword and pushed it horizontally, causing it to dissolve into the air. This was a sword technique from the Cihang Sword Manual.

The force of this push was incredibly swift, yet it also gave the strange feeling of a frame-by-frame image slowly unfolding. The extreme contrast between the speed and slowness of the swordplay was perfectly integrated, making it truly breathtaking.

Li Xiuyuan's sword trembled slightly, stirring up the surrounding air currents. It seemed that even the air itself turned into a swamp at this moment, churned into a mess by the sword's momentum.

The sword's power finally reached its peak at this moment.

Layers of sword shadows filled the void!

The sword lights intertwined into a dense spiderweb, like bolts of lightning and thunder clashing and intertwining.

In the blink of an eye, this incredibly brilliant sword strike generated a chilling light, enveloping Wuming within it.

Wuming showed no weakness in the face of this. He slashed with his sword fingers, drawing countless longswords around him. In an instant, countless silver lights flashed in every inch of space around him, dazzling arcs of light swirling and flying, like a dream.

The nameless figure treads on countless flying swords, walking leisurely amidst the chaotic sword currents. His figure is ethereal and otherworldly, yet he evokes a sense of "sorrow," a kind of melancholy and loneliness, like someone walking in the cold autumn wind and drizzle, longing for someone and feeling haggard.

Countless flying swords, like nameless sorrow and grief, intertwined and crisscrossed, forming an intricate, impenetrable, and unbreakable net of swords.

Thousands of lightsabers were enough to pierce through any obstacle, but they could not penetrate this endless sorrow and grief, and crashed into the sword net.

Instantly, countless sparks erupted, carrying a strong smell of iron steam, scattering in all directions in a dazzling display.

The martial artists in the three training grounds were amazed by the exquisite swordplay of Li Xiuyuan and the Sword Saint, but they retreated far away.

After all, given the precedent of Li Xiuyuan's fierce battle with the Sword Saint, most people suffered innocent harm, and many even aged and died. They both hated and feared the Demon Lord.

"Master, take the sword!"

It turned out that when Jian Chen saw Li Xiuyuan take out the Divine Demon Sword, he was afraid that Wuming would lose it, so he quickly threw the Hero Sword in his hand over.

This sword is like a white line, neither as bright as autumn water nor does its blade have any imposing sharpness; its appearance is nothing more than ordinary and simple.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that the sword is perfectly straight, without the slightest curve. It does not tremble or shake, and it would rather break than bend, just like a ruler that measures the way of heaven and the hearts of men, righteous and unyielding.

Chapter 77 The Legend Ends

Nameless is now capable of using anything in the world as a sword, so he doesn't mind having another divine weapon. However, since his disciple is interested, he will not refuse.