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inside the room.

The Juggernaut and Wuming just quietly watched the fight between the two in the courtyard, neither intending to stop it.

The Juggernaut has full confidence in You Ruo, and Wu Ming intends to let Jian Chen compete with other masters of the same generation to gain some combat experience.

When Jian Chen was defeated and You Ruo and Jiang Yi walked into the room, the Sword Master looked at You Ruo with admiration, and said leisurely:

"Wu Ming, I didn't expect the old man's disciple to be even better."

With neither sadness nor joy on Wuming's face, he said plainly:

"I think that although this girl uses the holy spirit sword technique, her sword intent is completely different from yours. I'm afraid she is not your direct disciple."

Seeing Wuming saw the truth, the Juggernaut did not refute, but only said: "No matter what, she is my disciple because of the inheritance of my swordsmanship."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "I think this disciple under your sect has a weak sword heart, and I'm afraid he is not worthy of a hero sword."

Wuming also understood Jianchen's shortcomings, and said gently:

"Chen'er has learned swordsmanship from me since he was a child, and he has never experienced any setbacks, so his character is a little lacking. It will be fine when he is tempered in the future."

With that said, he poured a glass of wine on his own, and gestured to the Juggernaut:

"Have a drink."

"This old man never drinks alcohol in his life."

The Juggernaut refused politely.

Wuming didn't take it seriously, but said regretfully:

"Then you must have missed a lot in your life."

As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Yi, raised his glass and said:

"Does this little friend want a drink?"

Wuming naturally wouldn't ignore Jiang Yi.

Although Jiang Yi never showed his strength, but in Wuming's eyes, he faintly reveals fierce and violent, arrogant, domineering, compassionate, or melancholy sword intent, which is extremely eye-catching.

Behind several blade intents, there is a huge, deep black shadow shrouded, revealing the terrifying artistic conception of destruction, which made him secretly startled.

Compared with the exhausted and weak Juggernaut, Wuming pays more attention to Jiang Yi, a young master.

Jiang Yi smiled brightly, and readily agreed:

"Naturally, you can't miss the wine of martial arts mythology."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the wine glass in Wuming's hand suddenly flew up, as if being pulled by an invisible silk thread, and moved into Jiang Yi's hand.

During this process, not a single drop of the wine in the glass was spilled.

Jiang Yi held up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Nameless smiled lightly:

"The myth of martial arts is dead. I am just an ordinary person now. I spend my days leisurely and leisurely. Even the heroic sword has been passed on to Jianchen."

As he spoke, he raised the jug and poured wine, just like an ordinary innkeeper, living in the market, enjoying an ordinary and leisurely life.

Seeing Wuming's appearance, the Juggernaut frowned. He didn't expect Wuming, who was once sharp and invincible, to become what he is now, disillusioned with fame and fortune.

He was completely different from the high-spirited young swordsman in his memory who defeated the eight sects.

Since entering this room, the Juggernaut has been observing Wuming, wanting to know his current cultivation level.

However, looking at Wuming's tone of voice, the gestures of pouring wine are all like ordinary people.

The aura on the body is vast and deep, making people unable to guess the depth.

In the end, the Juggernaut couldn't bear it anymore, and planned to try it himself.

He raised his hand a little.

Zheng!

An awe-inspiring sword energy, like a thunderbolt and lightning, burst out of the air, stabbing at Wuming.

Wuming didn't notice it, and continued to pour the wine unhurriedly.

laugh!

With a slight sound, the unparalleled sharpness of the sword hit the wine poured from the mouth of the jug, and then dissipated invisible. It was like a weak candle that was extinguished by water.

The Juggernaut didn't even notice that Wuming's body showed the slightest sign of mobilizing his true energy.

It can be seen from a glimpse of the leopard in the tube.

Through this simple test, the Juggernaut knew that the realm of Wuming had far surpassed himself.

Although he had expected this in his heart, he still sighed in disappointment:

"Sure enough, even though I have been in seclusion for many years and have been studying swordsmanship, I am still not as good as you."

After all, he is old, these years are getting old, his physical strength, energy, and even his true energy have faded. Although his swordsmanship is becoming more and more profound, and he has a deeper sharp arrow in the way of swordsmanship, the improvement of his strength is extremely limited.

Wuming is middle-aged. After the death of his beloved wife, he withdrew from the arena. After twenty years of precipitation, while his cultivation has been constantly improving, his understanding of the way of swords has entered a new realm.

Therefore, the gap between the two sides has not been narrowed, but has become wider.

Seeing the Juggernaut's hard-to-relieve look, Wuming couldn't help persuading him:

"The sword is dead in my heart, and winning or losing is even more meaningless to me. Why can't you see it?"

The Juggernaut snorted coldly:

"If you don't have the heart to win, how can you go further on the road of swordsmanship."

Wuming knew that this was due to the difference in ideas between the two sides. He couldn't change the Juggernaut's thinking, so he didn't say much on this topic. , which in turn says:

"Actually, if you don't come, I also want to send Jian Chen to invite you. There is one thing I hope you can agree to."

"What's up?"

Wuming said solemnly: "I hope you don't want to fight Xiongba."

Juggernaut frowned: "Why?"

Nameless said slowly:

"Nowadays, the world will rule the rivers and lakes, and it is rare for the rivers and lakes to calm down. I don't want you to break this peace.

If Xiongba is defeated by you, there will be another dispute in the rivers and lakes. At that time, there will inevitably be a bloody storm, causing people to die. "

The Juggernaut sneered:

"What does it have to do with me if people lose their lives?"

Wuming also knew that the Juggernaut only had the way of the sword in his heart, and it might not be effective to persuade him with the morals of the world, so he said instead:

"Besides, from your attack just now, I can also see that your lifespan is near the end of your life. Even if you can win this battle, you will not escape death. You have been pursuing the way of the sword all your life, and you have given up everything for the sword. Why don't you take advantage of the last period of your life? Time to enjoy the life of ordinary people."

How tenacious the Juggernaut is, how could he be shaken by Wuming's few words, and he flatly refused:

"This is the last battle of my life, it is imperative, so don't persuade me any more."

Wuming said firmly: "If this is the case, for the sake of the common people in the world, I can only keep you in this Zhonghua Pavilion."

Hearing the words, a flash of light flashed in the eyes of the Juggernaut, he stood up suddenly, and a piercing sword intent surged into the sky, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Okay, I also want to see how unfathomable you have reached now."

As he spoke, he squeezed his sword finger and stabbed in the air.

Dozens of sharp and unparalleled sword qi shot out immediately, like the Yangtze River, rushing and roaring, hitting Wuming.

Every sword qi is condensed with a strong sword intent, which is ruthless and fierce.

Facing the sword master's full attack, Wuming just stood there with his hands behind his back, motionless, letting the sword energy strike. It's just that there is a high and far-reaching, vast and vast sword intent revealed on his body.

boom!

The sword intent on Wuming's body suddenly spread, sweeping in all directions and filling the world.

After the sword energy in the air came into contact with this sword intent, it trembled slightly, lost all momentum, and fell to the ground in random places, just like a subject meeting a high-ranking monarch.

hum! hum!

The Wushuang Yin-Yang sword behind Jiang Yi and You Ruo was excited by the sword intent and trembled violently, as if struggling hard.

Feeling the sword intent on Wuming's body, the Sword Master showed horror and exclaimed:

"There is a saying in the swordsmanship: the sword is metaphysical, there is no one in the past, and thousands of swords are admired and worshiped like gods."

"Unexpectedly, the old man will be able to see the spirit of the Heavenly Sword in his lifetime."