Four people came under the sword tomb.

Two teenagers, one monk and the other girl.

This combination looks weird, but no one laughs.

Xuan Tianji looked at the two boys and saw two terrifying sword auras.

When the young man in white was in charge stepped onto the sword tomb, what was greeted was not the attack of thousands of sword energy, but the trembling and trembling of his surrender.

Not bad, just surrender.

Tens of thousands of rusty swords all over the mountains and fields trembled, as if worshiping the boy in white.

"Mu Yingxiong, the Emperor of the Sword?" Xuan Tianji looked at the young man in white with a confident look and said these seven words.

His eyes remained on the boy in white for three seconds, and then continued to look back.

Although the young man in white was the King of Swords, he was only less than twenty years old at the time, and his skills were quite weak and he was not taken seriously by Xuan Tianji.

His eyes fell on the boy in black behind the boy in white.

The boy in black looked ordinary, lowered his head slightly, and seemed unwilling to speak. He was not as domineering as the boy in white, and his clothes were a little tattered, but Xuan Tianji looked at him for a long time.

Xuan Tianji could feel that if the boy in black raised his head, the wind and clouds would be changed.

Because, in his eyes, there is a peerless sword energy.

Anyone who sees his eyes will be in great pain, and those with weak kung fu will be blind.

"Mu Yingming from the realm of the Heavenly Sword!" Xuan Tianji's spiritual sense swept over and sighed. "Today is really interesting. All the outstanding young people in the world are here! Let me see, there are Xiongba, Wuming, Mu Yingxiong, Pojun, and King Nie Ren. It's such a grand event!"

At the same time, the Sword Saint looked at the boy in white who was constantly approaching, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had remembered something.

"So it's him!" The Sword Saint sensed a familiar sword energy and murmured.

More than ten years ago, the invincible sword saint felt lonely as snow, so he came to Miyin Temple and forced the monk to use the "Shining Mirror" to help him find a person who could compete with him in the swordsmanship in the Central Plains of China in China.

The monk was forced to tell him to go east. There he would find someone who could defeat him, but could only find his past.

According to the words of the monk emperor, the Sword Saint met Mu Long and his wife in Mujia Village. He sensed that Mrs. Mu's fetus had a kind of emperor sword energy. He thought that Mu Yingxiong, who was still a fetus at this time, was the person mentioned in the prophecy, so he sent a letter of war to Mu Long, asking his son to duel with him nineteen years later.

In order to avoid his son from confronting the Sword Saint, Mu Long spent money to buy an adopted son born on the same day as Mu Yingxiong, which is Mu Yingming.

Mu Long tried every means to avoid his son from confronting the Sword Saint. Who knew that things were unpredictable. On the sword tomb, as if fate had happened, Mu Yingxiong still met the Sword Saint.

"Very good. Since I have met, I will fight you to the death today. See what skills do you have to make the heroic sword surrender!" The sword saint said domineeringly. His figure flashed and he arrived in front of Mu Yingxiong.

The hero sword half buried on the ground seemed to sense that the master was in danger. Suddenly, it trembled violently and turned into a stream of light. It flew into the hands of the boy in white and the boy in black behind him.

As soon as the hero sword reached the hands of the two boys, he exploded the stone layer and emitted an extremely dazzling light, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

"Are you a sword saint?" Even if Mu Yingxiong was a newborn calf, he was not afraid of a tiger, and he was a little surprised when he met the legendary sword saint.

"No, boy, I have been waiting for many years and finally saw you. Let's do it!"

The sword saint said, and Jian Yi suddenly used it.

"Damn it!" Mu Yingxiong shouted loudly, and a sword energy burst out from the heroic sword, with a dignified domineering aura, touching the inspired sword.

With a "boom", two sword energy collided fiercely in the air and exploded. Mu Yingxiong took three steps back, and the Sword Saint was not hurt at all.

"Some skills, Jian Er!" The Sword Saint snorted coldly, and countless sword energy flew out again.

"Old guy, I am afraid that you will not succeed!" Mu Yingxiong was also obviously angry and stabbed out with a sword. The breath of the Emperor of Ten Thousand Swords ordered countless rusty swords on the sword tomb to fly, condensed into a huge sword ball, and besieged the sword saint from all directions.

"Sword Six!"

The Sword Saint Wushuang Divine Sword in his hand instantly slashed out thousands of sword energy, stirring the besieged rusty sword into ashes. Then he took one step and forced Mu Yingxiong to force him.

As for the boy in black and the little monk next to him, he didn't even look at it.

"Small transfer!" Seeing that the sword saint is so powerful, the little monk roared, and his whole body's Buddha power is circulating. A light shield instantly appears in front of several people, bounced the sword saint's sword qi out.

"Monkey Buxu, you are looking for death!" The Sword Saint shouted angrily. "Even your master, the monk, is not my opponent, you dare to take action!"

"Sword Ten!"

The Sword Saint shouted loudly, and the Wushuang Sword slashed down violently, and a sword light of ten feet large appeared on the light cover.

Buxu immediately sprayed a mouthful of blood, his breath was weak, but he did not give up. He shone golden light and shouted: "Great transfer!"

Pure Buddhist golden lights enveloped the few people, bounced away the attacks of the Sword Saint constantly.

And at this moment, Mu Yingming, who had been bowing his head before, suddenly moved!

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes shining brightly, as dazzling as a sword, a sword more dazzling than the sword saint.

The Heavenly Sword appears!

Within the sight of the eyes, the sky was densely covered with sword energy.

Every sword energy has the ultimate killing meaning and is unswerving!

After this incident, the sword saint turned unconsciously. The sword 21 out of his hand and rushed towards Mu Yingming with the murderous intent of destroying the world.

The legendary Heavenly Sword and Holy Spirit Sword Technique finally began to confront each other!

As soon as the two met, they exploded in the air, and the explosion sounded like a thunderous sound!

Finally, the explosion subsided and the clouds and mists in the field gradually disappeared.

I saw Mu Yingming covered in blood, lying on the ground without knowing his life and death. But Mu Yingxiong was not as weak as he was dying and his true energy was exhausted.

On the other hand, the Sword Saint was not easy. He was injured more than ten times and blood was flowing.

"Ha...ha!" The Sword Saint coughed constantly, but laughed. "The Heavenly Sword is nothing but so, how can I compare to my Holy Spirit Sword Technique! Today's battle is so satisfying!"

"Sword Saint, I am quite interested in your Holy Spirit sword technique. I wonder what you mean?" Xuan Tianji flashed and appeared in front of the Sword Saint.

"Hmm?" The Sword Saint snorted coldly, frowned slightly. "Do you want to take advantage of my serious injury and forcefully snatch it?"

Xuan Tianji shook his head and said, "If I want to rob, why wait until now?"

Xuan Tianji made a big move, and a silver river appeared in the sky. Another pointing pointed out that a sea of ​​fire appeared in the sky. His hands were rotated, and a yin and yang millstone exuded a faint light.

The Sword Saint suddenly felt awe-inspiring, remembering what Xuan Tianji said before, and couldn't help but sigh: "Your Taoist art is really stronger than sword art! But if you don't rob it, would you want to change it?"

Xuan Tianji waved his hand and took back many magical powers, nodded and said, "Your Sword Twenty-one is not the peak, and there is still room for improvement. Is this sentence worth it?"

"Not enough!" The Sword Saint shook his head and said, "It's no point in saying it!"

Xuan Tianji suddenly left his body, and a terrifying force swept to the audience.

Xuan Tianji's soul looked at the shocked sword saint and said, "If you reach this level, your sword technique will surely be able to go further!"

The sword saint burst into light and threw a sword score over.

Xuan Tianji smiled with satisfaction, the soul returned to his position, and the pressure disappeared immediately.
Chapter completed!