The grudges between the Sword Sect and the Sword Pavilion are definitely not formed by Dao Wuhui and Jiansu's generation. The origins can be traced back to the ancient times.

In that magnificent era, the sects of the world of cultivation were like bamboo shoots after a rain, taking root and sprouting in the fertile soil, and all kinds of cultivators emerged one after another.

If the Sword Sect and the Sword Pavilion trace their origins, they are actually the inheritance of weapon refiners. These cultivators have mastered the wonderful way of weapon refining to the extreme. Among many cultivators, they are definitely among the top ones. They rely on magic weapons to defeat many powerful enemies.

At that time, the only super strong man in the cultivation world who could suppress the weapon refiner was the formation master who could communicate the mystery of heaven and earth for his own use!

The two major sects of the Knife Pavilion and the Sword Sect were both absolute representatives of the weapon refiners back then. At the beginning, the relationship between the two sides was extremely good, but because of the differences in dealing with the formation masters later, they began to be hostile from then on.

As the sun and the moon change, the hatred between them did not fade away due to the erosion of time, but instead developed to this point over time.

The thousand-year-old dispute has finally come to an end today!

"Dao Qianqiu, do you really think you can rely on a broken knife to suppress me?"

Jiansu stood with a sword, and his face was pale after a big battle, but there was a strong arrogance flowing in it.

"Broken sword?" Dao Qianqiu sneered repeatedly: "Haha, if you hadn't stolen the Bu Tian Stone by the Sword Sect, the Tian Dao would not have been suppressed by the Zhu Xian Sword for so many years!"

Upon hearing this, Jian Su chuckled with disdain and said, "You are just a group of reckless men. If you want to destroy you, the Sword Sect doesn't even need much effort. Just relying on your brain is enough!"

Dao Qianqiu did not want to have a verbal dispute with Jian Su, but said lightly.

"It's useless to say these now. Just yesterday, the disciples of your Sword Sect were injured and killed, and even the Wuji Sword that had been passed down for thousands of years has been in name only. If you were not here, you, the immortal, would have been famous!"

When Jiansu heard him mention this matter, he was about to heal.

More than ten disciples of a generation, including the chief disciples of Jianyi, died at the hands of the Avengers, which was a big blow to the Sword Sect.

To cultivate an excellent disciple, even the sect must spend a lot of effort and time. Finally, I saw a group of good seedlings about to bear fruit and take over the important task of replacing the older generation. Unexpectedly, this result was the end.

Without the support of these high disciples, the Sword Sect is no longer in the past and the elders and others are all old, and the second generation of disciples are not very useful at this time.

If he wants to change this situation, he can only use all his strength in the battle of the Dao Pavilion to defeat his opponent and leave a useful impression in front of the Taoist master. Only in this way can he completely reverse the decline and gain a glimmer of vitality for the Sword Sect.

At this point, Jian Su was surrounded by murderous aura. A strong cold aura had already spread in his eyes when he looked at Dao Qianqiu: "Dao Qianqiu, as long as you kill all your entire family today, my sword sect will have a chance to make a comeback!"

After hearing this, Dao Qianqiu laughed at the sky: "Haha, this is the battlefield of my alliance. How can you turn the world around when you fight alone?"

Just in the four directions of the battlefield, there were the Avengers standing in charge, and he was not worried that Jian Su would play any tricks at this critical moment.

Even if the opponent plays tricks, it will not have any impact on the outcome of the battle, because this is the base camp of the Avengers. If the Taoist master wants to attack, he must send most of the main force to come!

The Taoist master had a clever idea, so it was naturally impossible to transfer large troops to the enemy position at this time. Instead, he wanted to use small-scale wars to consume the strength of the gray-robed man in order to achieve his ultimate goal.

Today, only Jiansu and He Guantian gangs were heading to the territory of Hehuan Sect, one in the light and the other in the dark, and they joined forces to stir up the storm here.

However, now that there is no news from He Guantian, Jiansu is showing its decline again, and the situation has reached a precarious point.

Jiansu could not see how difficult the situation he was facing at this moment. Even so, he was still making the final struggle.

"Do you dare to fight me fairly?"

An extremely sharp look burst out from Jiansu's eyes and finally approached Dao Qianqiu's body.

Feeling the opponent's sudden sword intent that was almost about to break through the sky, Dao Qianqiu curled his lips: "Haha, I said from the beginning that this place is the place where you and I will eliminate their grudges for thousands of years. You don't have to worry about others coming to interfere in the battle between you and me!"

Upon hearing this, a big rock in Jiansu's heart finally fell.

When fighting alone, he was not afraid of Dao Qianqiu. After all, they fought for almost a lifetime, and no one could do anything to each other. At this time, even if the Tiandao rank is higher than the level of the level, it would be just the same as the strength of the Zhuxian Sword, and there was no need to worry too much.

What Jiansu really worried about before was the terrifying auras coming from afar, but when he heard Dao Qianqiu's words just now, his concerns had already dissipated.

The shrill cold wind whistled back and forth on the battlefield, teasing the solemn atmosphere here to the peak.

The next moment, the light of experience suddenly appeared, and a miserable white light beam lit up the entire battlefield. The powerful sword intent was like a torrent sweeping across all directions.

Jian Su frowned, then picked up the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, aimed at the erect sword in front of him, and swung it out with a sudden sword.

"Boom..."

The deafening explosion sounded out in the middle of the battlefield.

At this moment, almost any creature in Kunlun Ruins could hear the loud noise and feel the unparalleled ripple of power.

Since Yang Shizhong and Sect Master Wangyue fought, the Kunlun Ruins have finally attracted another battle at the sect master level.

Almost instantly, this battle attracted the attention of many powerful people.

In the shadow of swords, two figures filled with domineering aura were in a fierce confrontation, fighting with the sky and the earth, and the sun and the moon were gone.

Feeling the trembling feeling from the ground under her feet, Baoer looked at the Qingqiu King who was standing beside her with a serious expression: "Dad, is this the strength of a half-step cultivator?"

The man in gray nodded, then said quietly: "The cultivation of these two people has almost reached the peak of the cultivation world. If they can take a step forward, it will be a more magnificent and exciting stage. It's a pity that the great catastrophe will eventually be a nightmare for all cultivators!"

Hearing this, Baoer couldn't help but recall the incident of the Black Dragon King in his mind. After all, this existence was the first cultivator to take the initiative to break through the great disaster in thousands of years. It made people admire the other party's ambition and pride of sacrifice!

After a while of thought in his mind, Baoer asked: "Who will win in the end do you think they will win?"
Chapter completed!