Nightfall Chapter 60: The Sword of the World (Part 2)
In the past few decades, the Master has never made a move, so that he is gradually forgotten by the people of the world, even the people in the spiritual world occasionally forget his existence.
In those legends that only a handful of people know, the weapon used by the Master is a stick, and Ning Que confirmed through his personal painful experience that the weapon of the Master is indeed a stick.
The master didn't use a sword. Since he wanted the bright **** in the sky to see the sword of the world, he could only borrow the sword. He stretched out his hand to the south, and Nanjian flew a sword.
The ancient sword comes from the Southern Jin Jiange.
The sword sage Liu Bai, sitting cross-legged by the pool, looked at the dried-up water in front of him, thinking about the ancient meaning that broke out of the pool and flew away before, silent and complex.
Liu Bai is very weak and exhausted. He has been meditating on the pond for many years, just to cultivate a real sword, and that sword entrusts all his sword intent and spirit.
In other words, that sword is his own, so it is the strongest sword in the world. At this time, when the ancient sword leaves the pool, his sword intent and spirit will also go with him, naturally weak .
However, Liu Bai didn't have any anger on his face, instead he looked a little confused.
He is the world's most powerful man, he is unparalleled in swordsmanship, but there are people in the world who can take away his sword at will, let alone stop, he is not even qualified to express opposition.
After a while, the sullen expression on Liu Bai's face turned into a slight excitement.
He has already sensed whose hand the sword fell.
So he felt honored and proud like that sword.
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The ancient sword Poyun came from thousands of miles away and fell into the hands of the master.
The master left his feet on the wasteland ground and waved to the blue sky.
The black cloak was whizzed by the wind, reflecting the light in the sky, turning all the holy and hot Haotian divine glory into countless pieces of gold.
Ning Que held Sangsang and looked to the sky with a shocked expression on his face.
The teacher finally made a move and danced on the nine heavens with one move.
In his opinion, this battle is destined to be recorded in the annals of history, and even to become a myth. It is bound to be extremely magical and dangerous, and it may even last three days and nights or even several years.
He only hopes that the teacher can win and be safe.
And he did not expect that this battle was completely different from his imagination.
It started very quickly and ended very quickly, very simple.
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The black smock was dancing with the wind, and the Master flew away, already above the blue sky. He looked at the light and darkness in the sky. Feel free to swing the ancient earth sword in his hand.
Between the extreme light and the fading night, a sword mark suddenly appeared, and the sword mark was extremely deep. As if to pierce the sky, like a deep ditch separating light from darkness.
Master's first sword, cut the sky.
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The God of Light will stand on the golden chariot. His face was ruthless and ignorant, and the lightsaber that was more than ten miles long in his hand slashed toward the wasteland ground, with a blade of dozens of feet wide, pressing against the master's body like a mountain.
Compared with the huge volume of the golden dragon, the golden chariot, and the **** of light in the sky, the Master, who is particularly tall among mortals, looks like a dust in the air.
Compared with that terrifying and huge lightsaber, the sword of the world in his hand is like a tiny bit.
The master raised the sword of the world in his hand and greeted the lightsaber.
The sword of the world comes into contact with the lightsaber. It was like a tiny bit, lightly painted on Tianqi Mountain.
Small millet is safe and sound, but the mountain collapses.
The lightsaber suddenly burst, collapsed like an avalanche, and scattered around the wasteland.
The intent of the sword in the Master's hand is inexhaustible, as if it will last forever, passing through hundreds of thousands of lightsaber fragments falling densely. Attacked the golden chariot and landed on the face of the **** of light.
The perfect face of the **** of light has a very subtle sword mark, and it becomes no longer perfect, a ruthless and indifferent face. Because it is no longer perfect, ruthlessness and ignorance become a bit funny.
Titicaca. A very small voice sounded, and there were more than a hundred thousand cracks on the face of the **** of light, and those cracks spread to his stalwart body, and the armor made of Haotian Divine Hui also began to crack.
The **** of light is like an ice sculpture, instantly shattered and turned into countless transparent crystals, rustling and falling toward the wasteland ground, like a hail, but the sound is more like a rainstorm hitting the eaves .
Those fine transparent crystals still contain the coercive and terrifying light, brilliance and power, but they can no longer be integrated, posing any threat to the master who holds the sword of the world.
The fragments of the **** of light and the lightsaber kept falling on the wasteland ground, like a dense meteorite rain, dragging the tail of the fire to fall, splashing countless smoke and dust, and igniting countless hot and blazing flames.
On the wasteland, countless people tumbling painfully in the divine fire, then died, turning into nothingness.
The **** of light, who overlooked the world indifferently a moment ago, also turned into emptiness and died.
Master's second sword, cut the gods.
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The Master went up into the wind, went straight to the brightest place, and stood on top of the golden dragon.
The golden dragon roared angrily, wagging its tail and beating, the clouds scattered thunder, and the momentum was amazing.
The Master is still standing on top of its head, the black robe hunting in the high-altitude wind.
The golden dragon looked back and bit, and the Master dropped his sword.
I don't know if the Master has become extremely tall, or the golden dragon has become smaller under his feet, the sword of the world in his hand pierced into the golden dragon's neck, and the thorn was incredibly deep.
The golden dragon screamed and struggled desperately.
The Master's sword wandered between the dragon's neck, and the dragon scales peeled off.
The golden dragon became more and more painful, and the struggle became more intense. It flew fast and rolled high in the sky, with clouds growing around itself, and electricity growing from the clouds, but it was impossible to get rid of the sword of the world.
Countless dragon scales peeled off, like countless light mirrors, floating slowly over the wasteland, falling towards the ground, reflecting the light in the sky, shining the whole world into a river that is difficult to be quiet in the twilight.
Every time a dragon scale falls, a sky fire will ignite on the wasteland.
Countless people howled and rolled in the sky fire, and then the cloud of death turned into nothingness.
The sword of the world goes round the dragon neck.
The golden dragon's head was separated, and the huge dragon head and the dragon's body winding in the sky for an unknown number of miles suddenly suspended silently, then collapsed like a river of golden sand and sprinkled into the world.
Master's third sword. Slay the dragon.
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The master waved his sleeves, and the black overalls caught the wind.
His left sleeve swung the golden dragon's body into the northern night, where the golden sands were breaking apart, dancing wildly in that night, and then continuously exploding.
Each grain of golden sand contains the purest and most terrifying Haotian Divine Radiance. Now it is completely burning, and I don't know how much light and heat has been produced, and the northern night is immediately purified.
His right sleeve compressed the golden dragon's head into a pure light ball. A palm poured into Sangsang's head. The cold breath remaining in Sangsang's body was like ice and snow meeting a blazing sun, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.
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The depths of the South China Sea. The sea in front of the black reef was constantly tumbling because of the burning magma, spewing white water vapor toward the sky. He seemed particularly upset, just like the mood of Taoist Tsing Yi at this time.
He looked at the northern part of the flat world, at the flashing lights and thunder that kept shining, and after a long silence, he sighed and shook his head.
In the depths of the Western Wilderness, the sound of the scriptures in the clouds are slightly chaotic because of the appearance of the vision. Those yellow temples that are used to quiet. It seems that I don't know what to express, just like the mood of the first lecturer.
He looked at the lightning over the Eastern Wasteland, his tired face looked more tired, and he kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. The lightning gradually stopped, but the sweat on his forehead became more.
The green mountain after knowing and watching, at this moment is silent. Full of the meaning of death and despair, an old and stern voice cried out with a cry: "How can we not kill him like this, what can we do?"
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The scales of the **** of light and the golden dragon descend from the sky, turning into a blazing Haotian divine fire. Swept the humans on the wasteland ground in a very short time. I don’t know how many people were burned to death.
Before this level of battle, all the forces in the world could only be on the sidelines, but today no one is qualified to be on the sidelines. They can only be affected and implicated, and die regardless of their camps.
Whether it is a deserted person or a Central Plains person, whether it is a Xiling Temple or a Demon Sect, as long as it is touched by those sky fires, it will instantly become a scorched corpse, then purify it into blue smoke, and return to nothingness.
The master fell on the wasteland ground, and when he waved his hand, there was clouds gathering, and the wind rose when his sleeves moved, and it rained at a glance. In an instant, a heavy rain fell on the wasteland, filling the sky fires and suppressing the smoke.
The rain disappeared and the wind stopped, and the sky separated by light and darkness returned to normal, revealing a clear blue sky with white clouds floating in the sky, and even cloud-like sheep appeared in the distance.
"Sunset sand will fall down tomorrow? Still wrong."
The master looked at Bi Baiyun and shook his head, randomly throwing the sword in his hand to the south, and then taking Ning Que and Sangsang to the black carriage with his hand behind him.
The dazzling and terrifying light pressure disappeared, the cold and terrifying night disappeared, and hundreds of thousands of people on the wasteland gradually became sober. They saw the tall figure and the black carriage that was gradually going away.
People vaguely guessed what happened, but couldn't believe it, because even the most secret scriptures and the most profane dark history books did not record such things.
The war between the kingdom of God and the world finally ended in the victory of the world.
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The ancient sword of the world flew back to the Southern Jin sword pavilion, fell from the entrance of the cave in the mountain, and inserted it quietly into the bottom of the dry pool. After a while, the pool water sprang up and flooded the sword.
Liu Bai looked at the puddle in front of him, knowing that he would never use this sword again in his life, even if he had forged it with his own hands, and had cultivated it with spirit for many years.
Once the sea is difficult to overcome, this sword has been used by the master and fought with Haotian's will. How can he be willing to be used by the laymen and fight in the world?
Liu Bai's face did not have any disappointment and decadence, only calm and awe. He arranged his clothes, held the pool of water to wash his face, and then bowed to the northern wasteland.
He is the most powerful man in the world, the proud sword sage Liu Bai, who has never respected or feared people in this life.
The only student bowed his head to worship Master.
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Master, the dean of Datang Academy, is a legendary name.
Although this name is gradually forgotten by the world and by many practitioners, in the eyes of those truly powerful practitioners, this name has always been the most powerful name in the world.
Many people are guessing how tall the Master is.
Zhishou, Guanzhu and Xuankong Temple's first lecture, once defeated miserably by the Master's stick. They once thought that they could probably figure out how tall the Master was, and then they found that they were wrong.
Because the Master has not been in the world for many years, Liu Bai guessed that the Master should be in the legendary state of quietness and inaction, but today he was shocked to discover that the original source was still wrong.
Helan city head.
Master Huang Yang looked at the blue white clouds in the distance, and said with emotion: "In the spring of the thirteenth year of the apocalypse, the academy opened. Your Majesty presided over the ceremony at the academy. How high is it?"
His Majesty the Emperor asked: "How does Qingshan answer?"
"The teacher of the national teacher once said that the master is as high as several floors. I said at the time that the two-story building is already very high, and the master is actually as high as several floors, which is really high... But now Come, we are still wrong."
"How tall is the Master?"
Master Huang Yang sincerely praised: "It turns out that Master is as tall as the sky."
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