Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 60: The Sword in the World (2)
In these decades, the Master has never taken any action, so that he is gradually being forgotten by the people of the world. Even people in the world of spiritual practice occasionally forget his existence.
In those legendary stories that only a few people know, the weapon used by the Master is a stick. Ning Que confirmed through his own painful experience that the weapon used by the Master is indeed a stick.
The master didn't use a sword. Since he wanted the light god general in the sky to see the sword of the world, he had no choice but to borrow a sword. He stretched out his hand towards the south, and a sword flew from the south.
That sword full of ancient meaning comes from the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion.
Sword Saint Liu Bai was sitting cross-legged on the bank of the pool, looking at the dry pool water in front of him, thinking about the ancient meaning that broke out of the pool and flew away quickly, and remained silent with a complicated expression.
Liu Bai was very weak and exhausted. He meditated by the pond for many years in order to refine a real sword. That sword contained all his sword intent and spiritual vigor.
In other words, that sword was his own, so it was the strongest sword in the world. When the ancient sword left the pond, his sword intention and spiritual vigor also went with it, making him naturally weak.
However, there was no expression of anger on Liu Bai's face, instead he looked a little confused.
He is the strongest man in the world, and his swordsmanship is unparalleled. However, there are people in the world who can take away his sword at will from thousands of miles away. Not to mention stopping him, he is not even qualified to express his objections.
After a while, the confused expression on Liu Bai's face turned into a slight excitement.
He had already sensed whose hand the sword fell into.
So he felt honored and proud like the 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's feet left the wasteland and floated up to the sky.
The black blouse whistled in the wind, reflecting the light in the sky, turning the holy and fiery Haotian divine light into countless tiny golden flakes.
Ning Que held Sangsang in his arms and looked at the sky, with a shocked expression on his face.
The teacher finally took action, and with one move he danced in the sky.
In his opinion, this battle is destined to be recorded in history, and even become a myth and legend. It will definitely be extremely magical and dangerous, and it may even last for three days, three nights or even several years.
He only hopes that the teacher can win and be safe.
But he didn't expect that this battle was completely different from what he imagined.
It starts quickly and ends quickly, very simple.
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The black smock fluttered in the wind, and the Master swaggered away, already above the blue sky. He looked at the light and darkness in the sky, and casually waved the ancient human sword in his hand.
Between the overwhelming light and the fading night, a sword mark suddenly appeared. The sword mark was extremely deep. It seemed to pierce the sky and separate the light from the darkness like a deep trench.
Master's first sword is to cut the sky.
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The God of Light stood on top of the golden chariot. His face was ruthless and unconscious, and the lightsaber more than ten miles long in his hand was slashing towards the wasteland ground. The blade was dozens of feet wide, pressing down on the master like a mountain.
body.
Compared with the giant golden dragon, the golden chariot, and the huge body of the God of Light in the sky, the Master, who was particularly tall among mortals, looked like a speck of dust suspended in the air.
Compared with that terrifying and huge lightsaber, the human sword in his hand was as thin as a hair.
The master raised the human sword in his hand and faced the lightsaber.
The human sword and the lightsaber were in contact. It was like a thin branch lightly tracing on Tianqi Mountain.
The little thing is safe and sound, but the mountain collapsed.
The lightsaber suddenly broke apart, collapsed like an avalanche, and scattered around the wasteland.
The sword intent in Master's hand was not exhausted, and seemed to last forever. It passed through the hundreds of thousands of falling lightsaber fragments. It struck the golden chariot and landed on the face of the God of Light.
The perfect face of the God of Light had a very slight sword mark, so it became no longer perfect, a face that was ruthless, ignorant and indifferent. Because it was no longer perfect, the ruthless and ignorant face became a bit funny.
Kakkakkakkak. A very subtle sound sounded, and countless cracks appeared on the face of the God of Light. Those cracks spread to his stalwart body, and the armor condensed by Haotian's divine brilliance also began to crack.
Like an ice sculpture, the God of Light shattered instantly and turned into countless transparent crystals, falling to the wasteland ground with a rustling sound, like a hailstorm, but the sound was more like a heavy rain hitting the eaves.
Those tiny transparent crystals still contain the terrifying light and divine power, but they can no longer be combined into one body to pose any threat to the master who holds the sword of the world.
The fragments of the God of Light and the lightsaber kept falling on the ground of the wasteland, like a dense rain of meteorites, trailing the tail of fire and falling, splashing countless smoke and dust, and igniting countless high-temperature and blazing flames.
On the wasteland, countless people rolled in pain in the divine fire, then died and turned into smoke and nothingness.
The God of Light who had looked down at the human world indifferently a moment ago also turned into smoke and nothingness and died.
Master's second sword is to kill the god.
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The Master faced the wind, went straight into the brightest place, and stood on the head of the golden dragon.
The giant golden dragon roared angrily, swung its tail and struck, causing the clouds to disperse and thunder to form with astonishing momentum.
The Master is still standing on top of its head, his black blouse rustling in the high-altitude wind.
The golden dragon turned back to bite, and the Master dropped his sword.
I don't know whether it was the master who had become extremely tall, or whether the golden dragon had become smaller under his feet. The human sword in his hand pierced the neck of the golden dragon, and the piercing was extremely deep.
The giant golden dragon screamed and struggled desperately.
The master's sword wandered between the dragon's neck, and pieces of the dragon's scales peeled off.
The golden dragon became more and more painful, and its struggle became more intense. It flew and rolled rapidly in the high altitude, with clouds and electricity generated from the clouds around it. However, it could not get rid of the human sword no matter what.
Countless dragon scales were peeled off, like countless mirrors of light, floating slowly over the wasteland, falling toward the ground, reflecting the light in the sky, and illuminating the entire world into a river that could not be calmed at dusk.
Every time a dragon scale falls, a ball of sky fire will ignite on the wasteland.
Countless people howled and rolled in the sky fire, and then the death cloud turned into smoke and nothingness.
The human sword goes around the dragon's neck.
The head of the golden dragon was separated. The huge dragon head and the dragon body that was winding for unknown miles in the sky suddenly solidified and suspended, and then collapsed like a river of golden sand and sprinkled into the world.
The Third Sword of Master: Slaying the Dragon.
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The master waved his sleeves, and his black blouse blew up in the wind.
With his left sleeve, he waved the golden dragon's body into the northern night. The disintegrating golden sand danced wildly in the night, and then exploded continuously.
Every grain of golden sand contains the purest and most terrifying Haotian divine brilliance. Now it is completely burning, generating an unknown amount of light and heat, and the dark night in the north is suddenly purified.
His right sleeve compressed the golden dragon's head into a pure ball of light. He poured it into Sangsang's head with one palm. The remaining cold aura in Sangsang's body suddenly disappeared without a trace, just like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
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Deep in the South China Sea, the water in front of the black reef is constantly rolling due to the burning of the magma, spitting white water vapor into the sky. It looks particularly uneasy, just like the mood of Qingyi Taoist at this time.
He looked at the north of this flat world, looked at the lightning flashes that kept lighting up, and the thunder that kept ringing. After being silent for a long time, he sighed and shook his head.
Deep in the Western Wasteland, the sound of sutras in the clouds and mist was slightly chaotic due to the occurrence of visions. Those yellow temples that were used to silence seemed to not know what to express, just like the mood of the first lecturer at this time.
He looked at the lightning over the eastern wasteland, and his tired face looked even more tired. He kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. The lightning gradually stopped, and the sweat on his forehead became even more.
The Qingshan behind Zhishou was silent at this time. Full of death and despair, an old and sad voice shouted with a cry: "If we still can't kill him, what can we do?"
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The scales of the God of Light and the golden dragon fell from the sky and turned into the blazing Haotian Divine Fire. It swept the humans on the wasteland ground into it, and in a very short period of time, countless people were burned to death.
Before a battle of this level, all the forces in the world can only watch, but today no one is qualified to watch. They can only be affected and implicated, and die regardless of camp.
Whether it is a deserter or a Central Plains person, whether it is the Xiling Temple or the Demon Sect, as long as it is touched by those heavenly fires, it will instantly turn into a scorched corpse, and then be purified into blue smoke, and return to nothingness.
Master fell to the ground in the wasteland, waved his hand and the clouds gathered, his sleeves moved and the wind blew up, and at a glance the rain fell. In an instant, a heavy rain descended on the wasteland, extinguishing the celestial fire and swallowing up the smoke and dust.
The rain subsided and the wind stopped, and the sky separated by light and darkness returned to normal, revealing a blue sky with white clouds floating on it, and even cloud-like flocks of sheep appeared in the distance.
"The Sunset Sand will open tomorrow? It's still wrong."
The Master looked at the azure white clouds and shook his head, casually throwing the sword in his hand to the south, then clasping his hands behind his back, he led Ning Que and Sangsang towards the black carriage.
The dazzling and terrifying light pressure disappeared, and the cold and terrifying night disappeared. Hundreds of thousands of people in the wasteland gradually woke up. They saw the tall figure and the black carriage gradually disappearing.
People vaguely guessed what happened, but they couldn't believe it, because even the most secret scriptures and the most blasphemous dark history books did not record such a thing.
The war between the Kingdom of God and the human world ends with the human world winning.
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The ancient human sword flew back to the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion, fell from the entrance of the mountain cave, and quietly inserted into the bottom of the dry pool. After a while, the pool water emerged out of nowhere and submerged the sword.
Liu Bai looked at the pool in front of him and knew that he would never be able to use this sword again in his life, even if it was forged by his own hands and refined with his spirit for many years.
Once upon a time, the sea was full of difficulties. This sword had been used by the Master and fought against Haotian's will. How could he still be willing to be used by ordinary people and still be willing to fight in the human world?
There was no emotion of disappointment and decadence on Liu Bai's face, only calmness and awe. He arranged his clothes, washed his face with a pool of water, and then bowed towards the northern wilderness.
He is the most powerful man in the world, the proud swordsman Liu Bai. He has never respected others in his life, let alone feared them.
The only one who bows his head and worships the Master.
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Fuzi, the dean of Datang Academy, is a legendary name.
Although this name has gradually been forgotten by the world and many practitioners, in the minds 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.
The master of Zhishou Temple and the chief lecturer of Xuankong Temple were once defeated miserably by Master's stick. They once thought that they could roughly estimate how tall Master was, but then they discovered that they were wrong.
Because the Master had not been involved in world affairs for many years, Liu Bai guessed that the Master should be in the legendary state of tranquility and inaction, but today he was shocked to discover that he was still wrong.
Helan City Head.
Master Huang Yang looked at the azure white clouds in the distance and said with emotion: "In the spring of the thirteenth year of the Apocalypse, when the academy started school, His Majesty presided over the ceremony in the academy. I and the imperial master were playing chess in the pavilion beside the road. I once asked him how rich the master is.
high."
His Majesty the Emperor asked: "How would Qingshan answer?"
"Teacher Guoshi once said that the master is as tall as several stories. I said at the time that the second floor is already very high, but the master is actually as tall as several stories. That is really high... But now it seems that we
Still wrong."
"How tall is Master?"
Master Huang Yang sincerely praised: "It turns out that Master is as tall as the sky."
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