Song for three thousand miles, the sword energy is nine levels of heaven!

Wake up and observe the world, and lie drunk on the bluestone.

Raise a glass to invite the moon to drink, and you are unwilling to sleep when you are good.

Be drunk and free, but I am the sword without life!

With the help of all the sects of Wusheng Sword Sect in history, although the power of one person is one person, it is stronger than that of a million soldiers!

Wusheng's sword art is even more regarded as the highest sword scripture, and the cultivation requirements are extremely high. If you are not talented and capable, it will only be detrimental to yourself!

According to other legends, Wusheng Sword Sect was inherited from the pre-Qin period, Zongheng Guigu.

There was only one Guiguzi in all dynasties, while the Wusheng Sword Sect retained this tradition.

Because this matter is too long, no one knows the exact content except for the real person without birth in the past dynasties.

Sikong Zhaixing's face became extremely ugly.

If he knew in advance that Xiao Wu was from Wusheng Sword Sect, he would not come forward even if he was beaten to death!

The Wusheng Sword Sect is rooted on the 36 islands of the East China Sea and does not care about worldly affairs.

The descendants of Wusheng Sword Sect in all dynasties will be trained in the world before inheriting the position of sect leader.

Time may not be certain, it will probably be within ten years.

When he was practicing, if he died at the hands of his peers, Wusheng Real Person would not interfere.

But if an older generation attacks and kills the successor, the nature will be different.

Decades ago, a descendant of Wusheng had experienced training in Weizhou.

As a result, because he killed the young master of a certain family, he led to his ancestor who had been in seclusion for decades.

Wusheng died in human battle.

Within three days, Wusheng came across the sea, and killed the other party with one sword and left.

The power of a sword is vast and vast!

...

"Sikong Zhenren!"

Ning Wuque gritted his teeth and growled.

At this time, all his hopes were on Sikong Zhaixing!

"Forget..."

Sikong Zhaixing sighed and shook his head helplessly.

If it were someone else, he would leave directly.

But the Ning family is not good because he owes the Ning family a huge favor and must pay it back.

If you don’t return, you will plant cause and effect.

It is not conducive to his future practice, and may even give birth to his inner demons and become possessed by them!

Moreover, the Ning family also made great benefits this time.

He would not kill Xiao Wu, he just needed to force him back.

Helping the Ning family once is enough to repay the cause and effect.

As for the one behind, Sikong Zhaixing no longer wants to interfere.

"You want to block me?"

"You and I have reasons to take action."

Sikong Zhaixing glanced at Ning Wuque.

He doesn't care about the lives and deaths of the rest. It would be good to be able to protect Ning Wuque in front of Wusheng's swordsmanship.

Xiao Wu took a step forward and raised his iron sword.

The messy sword energy lies everywhere.

But in the blink of an eye, except for Ning Wuque under the protection of Sikong Zhaixing, all the rich men were corpsed on the spot!

Under the sword of life, there is no hope!

The iron sword in Xiao Wu's hand is not a rare treasure, nor is it a magic weapon flying sword, but just an iron sword that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

And this is the key to practicing Wusheng’s sword art.

Don't rely on external forces!

After practicing to the greatest extent, one can condense qi and become a sword, and everything in the world can turn into a sharp sword in his hand.

In the flash of lightning, Sikong Zhaixing pushed Ning Wuque away with one palm.

He looked proud and raised his hand to make a seal.

The flying sword roared and slashed down!

Click!

At the moment of the confrontation, the flying sword broke with a sound!

Sikong Zhaixing frowned, a little surprised.

This is his treasure-level flying sword, which has been tempered for nearly ten years!

As a result, it was cut off so easily?

"Die!"

Xiao Wu roared angrily and swung a series of mysterious sword moves that looked like illusion and reality.

Countless sharp swords spread around instantly, and Sikong Zhaixing seemed to be in a world of swords.

Haoran Sword Pool!

A killer move from Wusheng Sword Art!

You can directly bring the enemy into the illusion, and you cannot tell the truth or falsehood, and you will die directly from a bad life.

Sikong Zhaixing is at least in real life, and he is also the overlord of Zhongzhou.

There was a rich starlight flashing around, and the body instantly dissipated invisible!

The next moment, all the swords dissipated.

Xiao Wu held an iron sword in his hand and passed by.

Sikong Zhaixing's forehead was covered with sweat. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough just now, he would have been killed!

Xiao Wu did not have any gorgeous magical arts or any powerful magic weapons.

However, swordsmanship is superb and amazingly powerful!

Before he could come back to his senses, Xiao Wu attacked again, and a sword broke out in the sky, attacking the moon like a star.

"This is what you forced me!"

Sikong Zhaixing roared angrily and pushed his right hand, and the fierce wind shattered everything around him.

All the glass burst!

"Space and Space!"

A peerless magical power he practiced.

The entire club seemed to have opened the door to time and space, and in an instant it turned into a galaxy starry sky.

Similar to the sword pool just now, it is like real and illusory, both real and fake!

Puchi!

Xiao Wu swung his sword and tore the Milky Way starry sky apart.

Sikong Zhaixing seemed to have expected it, and he clamped the sword with two fingers.

"die!"

Xiao Wu roared in a low voice, and the sword rotated around, broke free from the bondage, and stabbed out again.

However, Sikong Zhaixing was obviously more sophisticated, and seven golden needles about seven inches long appeared from the cuffs!

Chirp...

The sound of breaking through the air came. Although Sikong Zhaixing was stabbed in the left shoulder, these seven golden needles were fixed on the seven major acupoints around Xiao Wu!

puff!

Xiao Wu spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and the spiritual energy in the dantian instantly dissipated.

Sikong Zhaixing's face was not good-looking. After consuming this trick of Wusheng Jiandao, his muscles all over his body began to rot.

If it weren't for his cultivation enough, he would probably not be able to hold on.
To be continued...