Chapter 700 The might of the Sword Saint, all beings are in awe
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As soon as a group of demon cultivators arrived near Mo Xuanzhi, they found that their bodies had been purified, they had lost their killing nature, and their sharp fangs. Finally, they were wiped out in ashes under the holy light.
If there is a demon cultivator with a kind heart and his hands are not stained with the blood of innocent creatures, he will not be obliterated by the light, but will be frightened and run away.
At the same time, a territory in Xuanyu Prefecture.
Sword Master Li Qingyun holds the Jade Shadow Sword in his hand and is engaged in a fierce battle with the powerful masters of the demon clan.
The battle lasted for nearly a month, and Li Qingyun killed seventeen demon cultivators in the Mahayana realm in a row, and his sword power broke through the sky.
There are seven powerful monsters left, their fighting spirit is gone and their faces are filled with fear.
Although Li Qingyun was injured, the sword intent on his body burned like a blazing fire, burning the sky.
"When the formation is broken, people die."
The monks from all races who witnessed this battle were all amazed and shocked.
A flash of sword light shattered the foundation of the formation.
The combined efforts of the demon clan members were broken, and they could only face the sharp jade shadow sword in Li Qingyun's hand head-on.
"For the demon clan's grand plan, I will not regret waiting to die."
Although the faces of the remaining seven powerful men were full of fear, they shouldered the faith of the demon clan and did not retreat. Instead, they devoted all their strength to kill Li Qingyun.
Wow——
The sword is like a dragon, roaring for nine days.
The light shines for billions of feet, and the Milky Way falls into the sky.
In just half an hour, there were only two people who could stand on the battlefield. One was the sword master who was at a high place. The other was the sword cultivator of the demon clan, Liu Shang Shui.
Liu Shangshui has long lost his original high spirits, his eyes are dull, and his faith has collapsed. He doesn't understand why there can be such a big gap between them both as sword cultivators.
What Liu Shangshui couldn't understand the most was that this was not yet Li Qingyun's heyday.
"This is the true meaning of swordsmanship."
Liu Shangshui stretched out his hand and touched the void in front of him, and his palm was pierced by a lingering sword intent. Looking at the bleeding palm, Liu Shangshui realized that he had been chasing the sword skills that shocked the world and made ghosts and gods cry.
And ignore the original intention of kendo.
If Liu Shangshui is given more time, he will surely reach a higher level and become a true swordsman. Unfortunately, Liu Shangshui will not have this opportunity.
"The current swordsman is worthy of his name."
Liu Shangshui looked up at the plainly dressed old blind man and smiled to himself.
Then, Liu Shangshui took a step forward.
Stab——
The sharp sword intention remaining in the void cut Liu Shangshui's neck, blood spurted out, and life was cut off.
At this point, the twenty-four powerful men of the demon tribe were completely wiped out.
They all died at the hands of the Sword Master, so this life was not wasted.
The strong men in the world looked at the clouds and saw the old blind man with a slightly stooped body, messy hair and simple clothes. Their eyes were full of awe.
The old blind man gradually put away the power of his sword, which was as vast as the sea of stars. He lowered his head and glanced at the wounds on his body. He reached out and touched them. There was blood all over them.
"I'm getting old!" The old blind man sighed with a slightly lower breath.
He single-handedly killed twenty-four Mahayana monks. Looking around the world, there are few people in the same realm who can do this.
The admiration that monks from all races have for the old blind man is like a torrent of water.
The old blind man dragged his tired body and found a precarious mountain to stay.
Sitting on the top of the peak, looking at the vast rivers and mountains, the old blind man took out a pot of wine, drank a few sips, and sighed: "How can the mountains and rivers conquered by the sages be occupied by monsters? We monks should inherit the wishes of our sages.
I will defend this territory to the death."
After this battle, the name of the Sword Master once again spread throughout the country, shocking all creatures in the world to praise it. The Monster Clan's external expansion plan was extremely seriously affected, and they did not dare to invade the star sea territory guarded by the Sword Master in a short period of time.
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There are countless swordsmen who rush to the battlefield just to take a look at the remaining sword intent in the battlefield. If there are people with extraordinary talents, they can gain insights and their swordsmanship will improve by leaps and bounds.
There are also swordsmen who go to the depths of the battlefield, hoping to meet the sword master and make tea and discuss swords.
Li Qingyun refused one by one.
Now is not the time to talk about Taoism.
Furthermore, Li Qingyun needs to rest for a while to suppress the injury.
"He was seriously injured. If he strikes again in the near future, his life may be in danger."
Some old guys saw Li Qingyun's physical condition and understood it tacitly.
"He has lived for almost 20,000 years and is already in his twilight years. In addition to the injuries he suffered when he attained enlightenment, he has added new injuries today. I'm afraid..."
Heroes grow old, but the power of time is unstoppable.
"After this battle, the Sword Master has frightened the demon tribe. In recent months, the demon tribe will definitely not dare to invade this world. I must unite as soon as possible and cannot sit still and wait for death."
Representatives from various ethnic groups gathered together to discuss how to face the invasion of the demon tribe. The creatures living in this territory are not just the human race, but also many forces and ethnic groups.
This invasion of the demon clan, no matter what ethnic group it is, will be suppressed.
Are you really not afraid of offending the powerful people in the world with this kind of behavior?
The actions of the demon clan made many old guys worried, and they couldn't help but think of the Tomb of the Demon Emperor back then. Perhaps this incident has a great relationship with the Demon Emperor a hundred thousand years ago!
The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of dusk fell on the old blind man, reflecting a lonely shadow behind him.
There were a dozen empty wine bottles beside the old blind man. He checked the contents of the space artifacts with his spiritual consciousness and found that there was no wine left. He sighed: "Alas!"
"The fight is over." Xu Changge appeared.
"You just came!" The old blind man sensed Xu Changge's arrival and unlocked the restrictions around him. Then, the old blind man turned his head and opened his eyelids, revealing his empty eye holes, and raised his eyebrows: "You didn't miss it.
Let me suppress the whole crowd with my style!”
"I happened to be running something, but I missed it."
Xu Changge sat on the floor next to the old blind man, and took out a pile of fine wine.
The old blind man was not polite. He opened the lid and drank heavily: "That's such a pity. I missed it this time. I guess you won't be able to see it in the future."
"Can't you lift the sword?" Xu Changge asked bluntly without hesitation.
"I'm old and can't lift it anymore."
The old blind man sighed.
"You are not a person who will admit defeat." Xu Changge drank and talked with the old blind man, looking into the distance.
"It's no good if you don't admit defeat. When the time comes, you will eventually turn into a handful of loess."
The old blind man laughed, having already seen through life and death.
"Over the years, countless heroes have been defeated."
Xu Changge has seen many amazing people, too many to count. However, as time goes by, those heroes eventually became a grain of sand in the long river of history and ceased to exist.
The cold wind howled, blowing the old blind man's hair and his tattered clothes.
After a long time, the old blind man put away the smile on his lips, and slowly turned his head to face Xu Changge. Then, the old blind man touched his dark eye holes, and said slowly with an extremely complicated emotion: "I really want to see it.