"What are we doing here?"

Lin Xiao looked around. There was a clearing in the forest. There was only one grave in the entire clearing, and nothing else was left.

"Visit an old friend." The sword saint said as he walked to the grave, and an astonishing sword intent burst out from his body.

"Wu Ming, I know you won't die that much. Wu Ming, today is the day of your beloved wife's sacrifice. If you are not dead, you will definitely come to worship. I will wait for you here until you appear!" said the sword saint.

"Wu Ming, but the martial arts myth is unknown?" Lin Xiao asked.

"That's right, it's rumored that Wuming is dead, but I don't think so. He will definitely appear here today!" said the Sword Saint, "I have never conquered anyone in my life, but he Wuming, which makes me admire him."

"Wu Ming, the martial arts myth, is still alive." Lin Xiao said in a pretended surprise.

Of course Wuming was alive, Lin Xiao naturally knew very well. He even knew where Wuming was now, but he would not tell the sword saint to know.

"Wu Ming, I have realized the supreme twenty-two swords. Come out and see me!" The sword saint's lips were not moving, but the surging sword intent made the sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring.

At this moment, Lin Xiao saw a bald monk suddenly walking in the forest not far away.

"Haha, this monk is here too." Lin Xiao thought with a smile.

"Is it your relative buried in the loess mound?" Jian Sheng asked without looking back.

"Amitabha, no!" the monk shook his head and said.

"Then why did you come to burn incense?" asked the Sword Saint again.

"Mourning friends." said the monk.

"Friend?" A glimmer flashed in the sword saint's eyes, "Then you must be Wuming's best friend. Let me ask you, where is Wuming now?"

"Wu Ming. He has passed away long ago!" the monk said without hesitation.

"I don't believe it!" The Sword Saint turned around suddenly, pointed his sword, and a series of sword energy burst out from his fingertips in an instant, attacking the monk's body like lightning.

The Sword Saint had no intention of hurting the other party, and these sword energy only surrounded the monk's body and hit the ground. However, the monk was also very good, and he did not dodge or avoid it, as if he had known that the Sword Saint would not hurt him.

"Life is short, so some people have long been in the world. They are outside the Tao and enjoy themselves. Some people have spent their entire lives fighting for fame and fortune, but in the end they are still buried in the deserted tomb." The monk looked at the sword saint and said, "Donor, why are you waiting for a dead person to duel with you?"

"I have not had much time to go, and I have no intention of listening to Buddhist studies again."

The Sword Saint suddenly took action, and a sword energy instantly cut through the monk's clothes on the arm.

The monk glanced at the thorn on his clothes and said lightly: "You cannot enjoy all your blessings, and you cannot say all your words!"

Another sword energy cut through the clothes on his other arm.

"The rules cannot be fully feasible."

The sword energy comes again.

"Everything is too exhausted, fate will surely end soon!"

The monk faced the Sword Saint with a constant expression. Lin Xiao touched his chin and looked at the scene with a smile.

"This monk saw that the Sword Saint would not hurt him, but he was really fearless." Lin Xiao thought to himself.

If it were Lin Xiao, he would not be as kind as the Sword Saint. He would just be a trick to peel off the skin and cramps. Monks are also humans. He is not a Buddha, even if he is a Buddha, he is also afraid of pain and suffering. Lin Xiao doesn't believe it and can't speak out!

"Bah~! I think I, the Sword Saint, retired for half a lifetime, who would offer any care? Now I have nothing, and my afterglow will surely shine with the greatest light!" The Sword Saint walked to the monk and said loudly.

"If the sword is gone, the sword will be cut off and the person will die." The monk said.

"I am brave and brave, so how can I be greedy for life and death!" said the Sword Saint.

"Donor, do you know?" The monk turned around and walked behind the Sword Saint, "The greatest courage is not not to be afraid of death, but the greatest courage is actually to retreat!"

"Nonsense!" Lin Xiao suddenly sneered and walked upstairs.

"Master, since the greatest courage is to retreat, why don't you take a few steps back? Is it necessary to push me so aggressively?" Lin Xiao looked at the monk coldly, "The sword should face the difficulties and defeat all the enemies in front of me. I was a little impressed by Wuming, but unfortunately his sword has long been abandoned. Such a person is better than death!"

‘Swish~!’

The Kunwu sword in Lin Xiao's hand suddenly unsheathed, and the tip of the sword instantly hit the monk's throat.

"Monkey, I know you are not afraid of death, but if you don't tell where Wuming is, today I will take you and use your hands to kill the innocent people with your own hands. Do you think you are talking?"

"You~!" The monk was indeed not afraid of death, but Lin Xiao's threat hit his weakness.

"You, either tell me where Wuming's coward is hiding, or I will take you to taste the taste of the city massacre!" Lin Xiaohan said, "I will only escape when facing things. I want to see how bad Wuming is!"

The sword saint beside him looked at Lin Xiao in surprise, and remained silent for a long time.

I think he was stimulated by Lin Xiao’s words?

Lin Xiao had no good feelings for Wuming. Although this person is kind-hearted, he is not a role model for Lin Xiao to learn from.

If someone kills his wife, even if Lin Xiao can't find the murderer, he will kill all the people in the world to bury her!

Lin Xiao admitted that his thoughts were a bit extreme, but he didn't care. He only cared about the people he cared about. As for the others, he cared about their life or death!

After Wuming's wife was killed, she not only did not actively look for the murderer, but instead chose to retire to the mountains and forests to be a wild crane. He was relaxed and comfortable. Didn't he think about what his dead wife would think?

Lin Xiao really admired that Wuming, who once could defeat the top ten sects, could not help but admire. But Wuming is no longer the original Wuming. His swordsman's heart is dead. If that weren't the case, with his early achievements, he dare not say that he has already broken through the level of the Sky Warrior, but at least he must be extremely close.

But what about now?

Wuming is at best a little more powerful than Xiongba. If he faces the Sword Saint Sword Twenty-San, he can only close his eyes and wait for death.

The apprentice Jian Chen, he taught, was even more willing to be used by Duan Lang several times. Just such a person could be even more missed by Wuming's first apprentice. It can be seen that Wuming's strength in his later years was not only not improving at all, but his vision of looking at people was also declining rapidly.

"Tell me, where is Wuming?" Lin Xiao's sword tip moved forward, and a trace of blood immediately oozed out of the monk's neck.

At this moment, a sword roar fell from the sky, and the three of them looked at each other.

I saw a sword falling from the sky and stably inserted into the ground.

"Hero Sword!" said the Sword Saint in surprise, "Wu Ming, you are finally here!"

However, the joy on the sword saint's face had not yet fully bloomed, and he saw a figure flying in the bamboo forest not far away and landing steadily next to the hero's sword.

"My teacher's wife is in the pure land, please do not disturb me!"

The person who came was not Wuming, but a young man with beautiful eyes.

"Are you?" The Sword Saint looked at the young man in confusion.

"My younger generation Jian Chen, pay homage to the three seniors!" Jian Chen said with his fists.

"Jian Chen?" The Sword Saint looked at him in confusion, "How could the heroic sword be in your hands?"

"It was passed down by the junior master. I was forced to offend me just now, and I beg you to forgive me."

"Are you the successor of Wuming?" asked the Sword Saint.

"That's right." Jian Chen nodded and said.

"The heroic sword is only worthy of being a genius of the world. Since Wuming has passed the sword to you, you must have mastered your sword skills to the level of perfection." The Sword Saint looked at Jian Chen and said.

"I dare not take it." Although Jian Chen was modest, no one of the three people present was a human spirit. It was obvious at a glance that Jian Chen was actually very proud.

Obviously, he also felt that his swordsmanship had reached the level of perfection, and his "dare not to behave" was just a kind of hypocritical modesty.

"Okay, let me try your sword! See how much is the inexplicable sword technique?" said the Sword Saint.

"Then, I offended you!" Jian Chen is indeed a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger. With only a few hundred points of combat effectiveness, he dared to accept the challenge of the Sword Saint with a combat effectiveness of 4999.

However, as soon as the two of them fought, Lin Xiao understood.

"It's indeed a sword competition, and you don't even need internal strength." Lin Xiao shook his head with a wry smile.

This sword saint is indeed asking for trouble. He doesn't need internal strength that is far superior to Jian Chen, but he wants to compare pure sword skills with him. Isn't this asking for abuse? The sword technique was taught by Wuming himself, and the inexplicable sword technique is specially used to restrain his Holy Spirit sword technique. Not to mention that Jian Chen is indeed a swordsman. Even an ordinary swordsman master can defeat the sword saint with this set of sword techniques.

Sure enough, the Sword Saint could not defeat Jian Chen even if he used the Sword Twenty-Two. Instead, he used the sword to mount it on his neck.

"The twenty-two swords of the seniors really shocked the past and present, and finally made me understand the boundless realm and profoundness of the supreme swordsmanship." Jian Chen said.

"It's a pity that it seems that the twenty-two swords were still broken by you." The sword saint showed helpless expression on his face.

Jian Chen collects his sword and returns to the sheath.

"In fact, it is not something that younger generations can do to break the sword moves of seniors, but the master's move is just a wonderful and brilliant "famous" of the master." Jian Chen said modestly.

"Impossible! Since I realized the Twenty-Two of Swords, I will never predict it except for the battle just now." The Sword Saint said with disbelief.

Jian Chen smiled and said, "When the master and his senior competed with each other, he felt that the changes in Jian Twenty-two were not enough, and there must be the creativity of Jian Twenty-two."

"Senior, if you used the twenty-three sword just now, I will definitely lose!"

"Oh~! Sword Twenty-three?" The Sword Saint said in surprise.

"Yes, the master once said that Sword Twenty-Three is the most terrifying sword technique in the world. It can cause all living beings to suffer. However, the master still cannot imagine the trick changes of this Sword Twenty-Three. Because this is a sword move that ordinary people can create."
Chapter completed!