The strong wind gathered, and Xue Lin stood in the strong wind and laughed wildly. His body was covered with scars and bleeding. However, not only did he not worry about it, but he was completely driven into madness because of the blood. "Die." Xue Lin was in the air, but he could control the changes in his body shape. Following the momentum, he fell from the air and attacked the sword master, who was also bleeding from the corners of his mouth. The previous collision between the two had caused serious injuries to both of them. Injury. "Hmph, I want to see who is dead." The sword master showed his madness, the sword light in his hand rose sharply, his body followed the sword, and his mind and sword became one. The gathering of sword light and magic light, the collision of death and death, the confrontation between the former legend and the possessed. The sword light is like a sword, from bottom to top, cutting sharply into the magic power, the magic power surges, and the huge power faces the sword light with a heart-shaking aura of death. The aura is condensed and strange. As soon as the sword light enters it, it continues to charge with its strong edge. The demonic energy continues to dissipate, but it continues to reorganize. The sword master controls the sword with his heart and dares to be in this situation. He feels that something is not good. He knows that this demon The speed of rebirth of light is faster than the speed of destruction of sword light, and after the reappearance of these magic lights, they did not weaken at all, but became stronger. The sword light no longer destroys the demonic energy everywhere, but rushes forward, along a straight line, and breaks through the demonic energy that is blocked on the way. However, even though the sword light's speed is astonishing, it still cannot find the end of the demonic energy. , gradually, as the sword master's sword intention faded, the terrifying sword light momentum gradually disappeared, and was finally swallowed up by the magic power. The sword master's face turned blue, his eyes looked at the magic light unwillingly, and there was more blood at the corner of his mouth. This was because the sword intention was swallowed up by the magic power just now, which caused great physical and mental damage to him. Not only did he fail to become a demon, but he suffered the second defeat in his life. This was when he had just comprehended the twenty-second sword of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and wanted to find Wuming again, but was defeated by his sword. Such a failure was really real. Make him feel deeply sad. Wuming was born with a sword heart, and studied under the sword master of the most powerful sect in the martial arts. Although he was unwilling to lose to his hand, the sword master only said that his sword skills were not perfect, but now he thinks that he has perfected his sword skills and realized the Holy Spirit Sword. At the time when Fa Zhiqiang's sword was twenty-two, he was still defeated by Xue Lin, a possessed man. This made him unwilling and sad. Once the naturally arrogant sword master is defeated, not only his sword, but also his heart will be defeated. However, he is born for the sword after all. He had clearly felt his sword skills when he had fought against Xue Lin's magic skills before. He can also enter a higher and stronger realm. Although that realm is most likely to be at the cost of his death, as a swordsman, if he does not have the determination to die for the sword, then he cannot be regarded as a determined swordsman. Sword Twenty-Three, he needs time to understand what he felt in this battle. Now that he has pursued a new way of swordsmanship, he must not die here, even if he loses his dignity as a swordsman. The swordsman felt pain in his heart, but turned around and left without hesitation. When he was leaving, he clearly saw that There was undisguised disdain in the eyes of the two demons, disdain for his escape. The pain in his heart was endless. Defeat at Xue Lin's hands had already made him want to die. Xue Lin's unabashed disdain made him feel angry but also extremely ashamed. He was a real swordsman, and the swordsman's Defeat may not require life and death, but escaping is undoubtedly a swordsman's shame! The shame of the Sword Master cannot make him wait for death. Fight with it and retrieve the sword heart lost here. There are nameless people in nameless places. An unknown town far away, with few pedestrians coming and going in a hurry. There is an ordinary inn in a corner of the town. This inn is extremely ordinary. There is no luxury at all in the inn, and there is no bright signboard. Only a few big characters on the signboard have a different flavor, which is not the result of the writing skills. , and the aura it emits is a special aura - the aura of a sword. The doors and windows of this inn with the three characters "Zhonghua Pavilion" written on it were closed, and there were no lights on. The room was pitch dark with no light to be seen. Suddenly, a burst of light came out. The light was very bright, but also very soft. It was not a firelight, but a gaze. This gaze was also very ordinary, but there was also something unusual about it, that is, this gaze was not only bright, but also eyes. There is a sense of compassion deep inside. "Why don't you light a lamp?" A peaceful voice sounded, and then a fire suddenly appeared. This fire came for no reason, because there was no igniting object. Could it be that the fire was also lit by light. "Ah, boss, you are finally back. The recent war between Tianxiahui and Wushuang City has made people panic. There are many people from the Jianghu coming and going." There are so many people from the Jianghu that they have to check this small inn.? It sounds like this person's tone seems to be aloof from people in the world of martial arts. It is also true that businessmen will always be bored when they encounter those people in the world of martial arts who play unusual tricks. "Well, where is Chen'er?" After answering, the man asked again. "The young master is practicing his sword in the backyard!" he replied. Seeing that the man was not interested in the battle between the two factions, he added: "I heard that this time the world will be able to win in one battle, thanks to the most powerful tyrant. Where is the disciple? " "Oh, what's wrong with him?" The man became slightly interested. "It is said that there is a martial saint in Wushuang City whose martial arts is no less than that of Dugu Yifang. He assassinated Xue Lin on the night of the battle, but unexpectedly he was killed by Xue Lin with a backhand. Later, Dugu Yifang fought with Xue Lin and was also killed by him. Let me tell you. Ah, this is truly a hero born from a young age. How could such a powerful person like Dugu Yifang die in the hands of this young man so easily?" His voice was full of emotion, as if the waves behind him push the waves ahead. "You mean that both Martial Saint and Dugu Yifang were killed by him?" The man's voice was a little surprised. As far as he knew, although Xue Lin's martial arts was pretty good, it was quite inferior to Dugu Yifang. As for the one who was more mysterious The Martial Saint, just hearing this name, can imagine how powerful he is, and he can enjoy the title of Saint in Wushuang City. Apart from that one of his old enemies, there is actually another person. Naturally, the only people who enjoy the title of saint in Wushuang City are the mysterious Martial Saint Grandma and the legendary Sword Saint Dugu. Naturally, this person will not have any intersection with Grandma, and there is only one old enemy of the Sword Saint, who is rumored to be dead long ago. The martial arts myth is nameless. "Yes, I was extremely surprised when I heard it, but the news from the Tianxiahui is not wrong, but one thing is very strange, that Xue Lin did not come back with the large army of the Tianxiahui." "Oh, but What news did you hear?" Wuming asked. "There is one thing, but it is not certain. It is said that Xue Lin was originally unable to defeat Wu Sheng and Dugu Yifang, but he entered the devil's way at the time of life and death. His skill increased greatly, and Wu Sheng and Dugu Yifang were caught off guard. Killed one after another." The face of the speaker was clearly visible in the light, and he was an old man with his back stretched out. "How can you defeat Dugu Yifang and Wu Sheng after becoming a demon?" Wuming murmured. He felt that he needed to see what kind of person this man who has become the most powerful in the world in recent years is.