I will live forever in the martial arts world

I saw two fingers stretching out from the sky, like jade, slender and powerful.

Cross across.

The two fingers faced Li Mu's spear.

Then.

Fingers tapping.

Ding!

A crisp sound!

Then.

when! !

When everyone saw the dragon-like spear in Li Mu's hand, it immediately trembled and buzzed, and it was taken away from Li Mu's hand.

Then, the owner of the fingers pointed forward a little bit again.

Puff Puff

Li Mu and Yueshen spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

The difference was that Li Mu's eyes instantly regained clarity.

But the Moon God standing behind Jiang Taiyi suddenly turned pale and bloodless, as transparent as paper.

Moon God! Yun Zhongjun raised his eyebrows, and then looked at the owner of the finger in fear.

The Yin-Yang family's mind-controlling curse is not bad at this level. Unfortunately, it is still not strong enough. If it were replaced by the six-soul terror curse, I don't know, it would make me take it more seriously...

The man spoke.

At this time, everyone on the long street looked over.

Everyone was horrified.

Juggernaut!

There is no need for anyone to sign up, everyone will know that he must be the sword master.

Only the Sword Master has such a stern and domineering sword spirit, which is invisible and covers all directions like heaven and earth, flowing down the fields.

It was a man about forty years old.

White clothes and black hair, a nose like an eagle, deep-set eyes, face and hands as crystal clear as snow, eyes focused and determined, wearing a large robe, fluttering freely in the wind, making his body look like a world. It's like a mountain, insurmountable.

Jiang Taiyi also looked at the visitor with a smile.

Grandmaster.

Is this the person who can be said to be the most powerful person in this world so far?

Moon God was beside Yun Zhongjun, with a pale face and pale lips. His eyes fell on the tall sword master in white, mainly on the man's hands: Long Yuan, it's really Cao Qiudao.

Long Yuan!

Everyone's attention shifted to the man's palm. He held a sheathed long sword in his palm. The whole body was simple and simple, and the hilt was inlaid with seven gems.

Seven Star Longyuan!

The strongest sword forged by Ou Yezi, the strongest swordsmith in ancient and modern times!

Now he is in the hands of the strongest swordsman in the world.

Since it was Long Yuan, there was no doubt that the person in front of him was the Sword Master Cao Qiudao.

Jiu Huzi had already retreated to Lu Buwei's side, with a hint of bitterness, and said: Brother Buwei, it seems that the sky is too weak for you. I didn't expect that Zhao Guo could really invite the Sword Master. We are leaving. It won’t fall anymore.”

Lu Buwei's lips trembled slightly, he didn't want to believe it.

Ying Yiren's legs became slightly weak.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the powerful being in white clothes and sword. He undoubtedly became the center between heaven and earth at this time, and his every move was full of great momentum.

Cao Qidao looked at Lian Po, calm and calm, and said, How is Lin Xiangru?

Lian Po was covered in blood, but his will was still high. However, when Cao Qiudao asked about the old man, his whole body seemed to have been drained of strength, and his white hair fell away, and he said sadly:

Died half a day ago.

Lin Xiangru passed away.

After hearing the news from Lian Po, even Moon God and Yun Zhongjun couldn't help but think of the old man who had single-handedly recaptured He's Bi for Zhao in exchange for fifteen cities.

he died.

It seems that an era is destined to come to an end.

Cao Qiudao looked at the sky: He's dead.

Well. Lian Po turned to look at Jiang Taiyi and the people behind Jiang Taiyi, and said: But before the death of the old prime minister, he was still thinking about the State of Zhao, and he was sure that after the defeat of Changping, Qin The prince of the country must be thinking about escaping back to the country, so I have to ask the Sword Master in advance to come to the Zhao Kingdom to help. This can be regarded as the last words of the old Prime Minister before his death.

Last words.

Cao Qiudao looked at Jiang Taiyi and the others, closed his eyelids slightly, and said

I understand, don't worry.

His words were always concise.

But with only six words, everyone understood what he wanted to express.

All of a sudden.

The masters standing beside Lu Buwei and Ying Yiren, including Yueshen, Yun Zhongjun, and Jiu Huzi, were all tense.

Judging from the fact that the Sword Master felled Li Mu with one finger and injured the Moon God with a snap of his finger, it can be seen that the Grand Master is basically the pinnacle existence in the world today. There is no opponent, except for the ancient Xuanyuan Huangdi, Guangcheng, Li Er, etc. who are already immortals. Being resurrected in the world, otherwise, it would be difficult for anyone to be his opponent.

This is not an exaggeration. Sword Master, Sword Master, the sword is a weapon, a weapon for killing. Many scholars are called saints in learning, but this person is called a saint in swordsmanship. Even if they are both great masters, their killing power is not the same.

Yun Zhongjun and Yueshen met Cao Qiudao's gaze. It was just their gazes. They seemed to feel the terrifying sword light, as if it were real, capable of killing them with a thousand swords.

Just the look of their eyes can actually make the two great masters unable to generate any power to take action.

The two young masters of the Yin Yang family felt desperate.

Fortunately, Cao Qidao just glanced at them, as if looking at flowers and plants, and then looked directly at the young man who had been standing in front of him.

Before I came here, I felt a very strong sword energy, and then I heard someone say 'Hundred Steps Flying Sword'.

Cao Qiudao held the sword in his palm, looked straight at Jiang Taiyi, and said:

It seems that you are the source of the sword energy just now. I vaguely feel a sense of being my enemy in you. If you are really Guiguzi, just use the sword. If you can survive my sword, I will I’ll make the decision and let you take people out of here.”

confidence!

overbearing!

Lian Po looked slightly shocked and said, Mr. Cao, don't be careless.

Cao Qiudao didn't say a word.

Just looking at Jiang Taiyi.

Everyone looked at Jiang Taiyi.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tai pulled out the wooden sword from the ground and said:

I'm actually not very good at swordsmanship.

He learned a lot in his life.

in,

Swordsmanship and sword-controlling skills are just trivial means.

But since you said so, in order to return a favor to my friend, I will take your sword.

Wooden sword in hand.

His eyes are level and his temperament is casual, like a child holding a sword.

Cao Qiudao's eyes were calm: The one I hold in my hand is the most famous sword in the world, 'Long Yuan'. You are really confident in holding a wooden sword. It seems that Mr. Guigu of this generation is extremely unruly, good or bad. good.

No one knew what he meant by the two words yes.

only know.

After Cao Qiudao said the last two words.

The world suddenly became quiet.

In an instant, an unparalleled and magnificent sword intention rose into the sky, soaring into the sky, and the vast sword intention enveloped all directions.

The sword intent spreads out in all directions, shrouded in infinite golden light.

Under everyone's gaze, the Sword Master Cao Qiudao seemed to be crowned with a crown, transforming into a god-king holding a heavenly sword in his hand, slaying all souls, and personally conducting conquests, conquering all rebellious people, and destroying disobedient people.

overbearing! overbearing!

This is the domineering swordsmanship of the Sword Master!

Everyone saw the sword master, who was hundreds of feet away from Jiang Taiyi, stepping suddenly and drawing his sword suddenly.

Boom!

The sword intent, which seemed to be as solid as a substance, spread across the sky and the earth, split the sky, and turned into a thick bucket-like sword light, crashing towards Jiang Taiyi and everyone behind him.

Instantly.

Everyone felt like they were in the long river of swordsmanship. When their vision went dark, a blood-red death appeared in their minds.

To die!

Everyone must die!

Under the sword master's sword, everyone will die! !