The most incredible thing above the entire sword peak is Dugu Sword.

He could not believe everything he saw! He could not believe that the hero sword had been waiting for the Hanshan Sword Peak for hundreds of years and thousands of years, but he was actually the two young men in his seventeen years in front of him! It was not him.

Even if it weren't for the two people in front of him, Lin Yeqi would feel even better, but why were these two teenagers?

Could it be that with his own saint's dignity, he is not worthy of becoming a sword-do myth - the Heavenly Sword?

"No... possible! impossible! impossible! impossible..." Dugu Jian repeatedly cursed at the two hero swords, extremely abnormal and lost his composure: "Hero Sword! How could you two be waiting for these two kids? Are you blind? How could you not obey me? And obey these two kids who are not as good as this sword saint?"

Jealousy and hatred are burning! Anger and shame are intertwined! Dugu Jian is in trouble, and he shouts angrily at the sky: "Heaven!"

"You are playing tricks on me? You are playing tricks on me! Do you know how much I, the Sword Saint, paid for the "Sword" in half my life? I have given my own life! Dignity! Love the most! Now you tell me that I am definitely not the highest peak myth in swordsmanship - Tian Jian? Tian! You are playing tricks on me!"

In the uncontrollable roar, Dugu Jian could no longer control his rage, and the unparalleled sword in his hand slashed towards the sky.

In a series of wind and thunder swords, Dugu Sword had already slashed more than 300 swords into the sky. The sun and the moon suddenly disappeared, and the sky was lost in color, as if the sky was also scared by Dugu Sword's crazy attitude.

But Dugu Jian was still not satisfied, so he continued to swing his sword to the sky, and kept slashing, and the more he slashed, the more angry he became. The more he slashed, the more he hated, the more fierce he slashed, the faster he slashed! It was so fast that his sword shadow was hard to see with his naked eyes!

Until the Sword Saint slashed out more than ten thousand swords in a very short time, Qu Di's "high" sounded like a thunderous sound! The Wushuang in his hand had been inserted into the ground again, and the ground within a radius of three meters was also split into pieces!

He finally stopped! The Dugu Jian who stopped returned to the peak and gasped for everyone, and he stood like a god who was exiled by heaven. Although he still captured all living beings, he was extremely lonely.

But he seemed to be muttering to himself, and murmured sadly: "No... possible! Impossible! God cannot let these two boys become myths of swordsmanship. And I will always be just a holy! Impossible! I—no—will be willing—heart!"

Then Dugu Jian's voice suddenly turned evil again! Extremely evil! "No... possible? Hey! I am already a god and a saint, so what's impossible?"

"Although God has ordered one of them to be the peak sword of swords, why can't I, the Sword Saint, turn the 'impossible' into 'possible'? As long as I..." Dugu Jian said this, suddenly turned around and stared at the two with jealousy, gritting his teeth: "Boy! Since the two heroic swords have accepted you as the masters, that is, one day, one day one of the two heroic swords fulfill the prophecy and were cut off by the other, the remaining people and swords are the peak sword myths prophesied by the great sword master - the Heavenly Sword."

"If this sword saint wants to turn the fact that he cannot become a heavenly sword into possibility, is it the most direct way to kill you two?"

Yes! Dugu Jian said it is not false! If he wants to change the fact that he cannot become a Tianjian, he must eliminate two people who can become a Tianjian! Even if he may not reach the realm of Tianjian in the future, he is still the highest peak in the sword path!

But just as Dugu Jian was about to take action, a contemptuous and disappointed word came into everyone's ears from Lin Ye's mouth.

"Sword Saint, you disappointed me!"

"Tianjian, who set the name of this? You call yourself a sword saint, but you think it is the so-called name of the Tianjian. You hold the Wushuang Sword but want to be recognized by the heroic sword. I feel sad for you. I feel worthless for the Wushuang Sword in your hand!" The eyes were like lightning, and Lin Ye's eyes were staring at Dugu Jian tightly. He said in a deep voice word by word.

"What did you say?" He suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Ye. Endless sword light burst out from Dugu Jian's eyes.

"I say, if the Sword Saint is just like this, you are not worthy of being my opponent." Lin Ye said in a deep voice, and the Tianjing in his hand raised slightly: "Sword Saint, Tianjian, how can there be a distinction between the superiority and inferiority? If you defeat the Tianjian in the name of the Sword Saint, then the Sword Saint is the highest myth in the sword path, not the Tianjian. This is the purpose pursued by a peerless swordsman, but you are just for his name, and you are useless to call yourself a sword for your whole life. Ridiculous, sad, and lamentable!"

This is exactly what Lin Ye thought. No matter what the Heavenly Sword Myth is, Lin Ye always wants to see and see how capable the so-called Heavenly Sword Myth is, but he never thought that he would become the so-called Heavenly Sword Myth, because if he thought so, then Lin Ye’s own swordsmanship had already appeared.

"Yes, you're right! As long as I defeat them, the name of the Sword Saint will be better than the Heavenly Sword! Heroic Sword, inexplicable sword technique, two years left, two years, two years later, you must wait for me to fight you on this sword peak, but it's time for the myth to be shattered." After hearing Lin Ye's words, his body was shocked, and Dugu Jian suddenly burst into laughter, and then the Wushuang Sword burst out with endless light.

Mu Yingxiong and Mu Yingming did not answer. Although they were myths and emperors in the sword, their cultivation was short-lived. Dugu Jian had just used his unparalleled sword to slash the sky, which had already shocked the souls of the two. At this moment, after hearing Dugu Jian's words, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Who, get out!" Suddenly Dugu Jian's eyebrows moved, Wushuang Sword slashed towards the west, and a sword light attacked instantly.

"Amitabha." The sword light suddenly disappeared from the air. Then a young monk in white who was about Mu Yingming and others had a look of compassion, but the monk sighed: "Dust should return to dust, soil should return to soil! The heroic sword was taken by his brothers. The sword saint can let go of everything and be a worthy congratulation to the sword saint."

The monk folded his hands together and bowed slightly towards the Sword Saint.

Dugu Jian didn't say anything, but just frowned and looked at him: "This soft power is not the cause and effect transformation technique of the 'monk emperor' in Miyin Temple? Are you his disciple?"

Buxu nodded slightly and said quietly: "Buxu is just that. Although Master has repeatedly told me to see the fate of the two of them, and never interfere or disturb them, and never show up, I have to ignore it at this moment. Donor Jianhui, please come out."

After saying that, Buxu looked to the southeast.

After hearing the truth, Lin Ye, Dugu Jian and everyone were filled with shock.

I never expected that Jian Hui, who seemed to have left before, was still hidden on this sword peak.

Especially with Dugu Jian, his anger burned out in his heart, and the anger he had just suppressed burst out at this moment.

It is not difficult to guess that Jianhui is a member of the Sword Sect, so this move is naturally for the inexplicable sword technique among the heroic swords.

Dugu Jian roared: "Okay, okay, you dare to plot against this saint, okay, that's really good!"

Without waiting for Jianhui and others to come out, Dugu Jian swung the Wushuang sword in his hand.

Suddenly, a sword light shot towards the hillside. (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!