Great Dao Ji

The breeze blew his white clothes. Before Mu Qingliu finished speaking, his heart skipped a beat. He felt the calm and strange atmosphere at the mountain gate and the dojo. He also saw Wuling City, Sun En and the other five people.

Immediately, his eyelids twitched.

Of course he felt the auras of other military masters, but he thought it was just Wuling City. Who would have thought that there were actually five major military masters gathered on Wangquan Mountain.

"Brother Mu has been sitting here for many years, but he has already gone one step further. It's a pity and a shame."

In the dojo, An Qisheng seemed to feel something, but what he looked at was not Mu Qingliu, but the thing he was holding in his arms.

It was a sword box with a simple appearance.

Compared to the Heaven-Destroying Sword that had not yet revived in the white-clothed young man's body, it seemed that this sword box concerned him more.

Hearing An Qisheng's sigh, Mu Qingliu's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even know what was in the sword box.

Apparently, this Taoist Wang Quan actually knew?

"Since Brother Mu has this intention, I will accept this thing."

An Qisheng sighed slightly, seeming a little regretful.

A hundred feet away, Mu Qingliu felt a powerful force of energy rolling in. It rolled slightly and swept away the sword box in his arms.

Buzz~~~

The moment the sword box rose, the martial arts people on the mountain and down the mountain, no matter what their level of cultivation, felt a chill in their hearts.

It was as if an extremely sharp sword had pierced his heart.

Immediately, countless people couldn't help shouting and retreating, but after touching them, they found no injuries.

"This is"

Looking at the sword box rising into the air, Kuangtu Yan's eyes brightened.

An Qisheng tapped the back of the chair with a faint look in his eyes:

"Twenty-three swords!"

There is never only one person making progress in the world.

During the Battle of Hanhai five years ago, several major divine veins had insights. Apart from himself, the one who gained the most was Mu Qingfeng, who almost separated life and death from Pang Wanyang with Sword Twenty-Two.

Phew~

After the sword box trembled for a moment, it suddenly turned into powder.

A sword popped out.

Huh~

It seemed like lightning struck the sky in the night, and the sword light swayed in an instant, covering everyone's eyes.

After a moment, someone saw the sword that popped out after the sword box was broken.

The divine sword has no handle and no color. In other words, its color is not the color of the human world. To the naked eye, there is no color at all, but it is in the induction of divine will from many divine veins.

That sword bloomed with fluctuations like the blue water and blue sky.

With a slight sensation, he seemed to see the mountains and clear water, as well as the flawless swordsman sitting quietly on the top of the mountain, his breath as cold as a mountain spring.

Mu Qingfeng.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and looked up, and the swordsman on the mountain also raised his eyes. They were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but they seemed to see each other.

Everything is in this sword of divine will.

Qizhou mountains.

Among the green mountains and clear waters, Mu Qingfeng seemed to be aware. Looking at the clouds in the sky, he seemed to see the Taoist in white.

Five years ago, his sword cut through the vast sea. After that, he abandoned the sword and sat quietly by the lake for five years, forgetting all his sword skills.

Until a few days ago, he had looked at all the twenty-two swords before.

Finally, one form of sword twenty-three.

He felt that this sword was already his limit, the limit of the human world. Even if it took another ten years, a hundred years, or three hundred years, he would not be able to make any progress.

Only then did he feel what Pang Wanyang felt before.

Everything in the world is empty, and the way is ahead, but we can't move even half a step forward. How helpless is this?

"Brother, why do you have to"

Mu Qinghua stood not far away, looking at his brother's back, his face a little gloomy:

"Even if there is a breakthrough, why do we have to choose Taoist Priest Wang Quan to celebrate his 100th birthday?"

Mu Qinghua felt very sad.

He is Mu Qingfeng's younger brother. He has learned swordsmanship and martial arts with his brother since he was a child. Mu Qingfeng is both a brother and a father to him.

Even though she knew what he was thinking, she still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

I want him to stay for a few more days, even if it's just a few days.

"Fellow Taoist An won't mind this gift. Mu Qingfeng has learned, persisted, and pursued throughout his life. How can he be inferior to Pang Wanyang?"

Mu Qingfeng didn't look back, turned his back to his brother, and his voice had a rare warmth:

"I have been alone all my life. I have no heirs and no apprentices. You are responsible for managing Wanjian Villa all by yourself. Thank you for your hard work."

"Brother!"

Mu Qinghua's body trembled, and she couldn't help but burst into tears: "Brother, I can't bear to leave you."

"We are together by fate, and separation is also fate. Just as I was born among the green mountains and clear waters, the green mountains and clear waters remain the same, and I am just a passerby."

Mu Qingfeng's figure straightened up, and his voice gradually returned to calmness:

"Little brother, you have to walk alone in the future!"

There was thick fog in the mountains, and the breeze that came with the words blew by, and the fog curled down and enveloped Mu Qingfeng.

Boom!

At this time, thunder suddenly broke out in the sky, and dark clouds came from nowhere and instantly enveloped the entire Wanjian Villa.

Between the mountains, it seemed to be plunged into eternal night.

But it seemed that just for a moment, with the roar of thunder, the dark clouds dispersed.

Plop!

Mu Qinghua knelt on the ground, heartbroken:

"Brother!"

Buzz buzz~~~

On the top of King Quan Mountain, a sound of swords sounded like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring suddenly.

In an instant, the sword light shone brightly like the sun descending on the mountain top. Under the brilliant sword light, the sword light shone for dozens of miles!

Many people retreated subconsciously, summoning their inner energy to protect themselves.

But I only felt that the sword energy was like light, like spring breeze, like green mountains and clear water, like mist and sea of ​​clouds, without any sharpness at all.

Look up.

In the increasingly bright sword light, there seemed to be a looming figure of a swordsman in white, which seemed to be both illusion and reality.

"this!"

In the dojo, many divine veins stood up. Looking at this scene, their expressions changed, and they saw Mu Qingfeng's current state.

Kuangtu Yan even shouted:

"Mu Qingfeng, are you crazy, or do you no longer want to live?!"

Boom!

As Kuangtu Yan yelled, there was faint thunder rolling in the distant sky, dark clouds seemed to be gathering from all directions, and the celestial phenomena suddenly changed!

The rolling thunder seemed to be angered, becoming more and more majestic and surging.

"Grandpa?!"

Seeing the figure flickering in the sword light, Mu Qingliu's eyes widened, as if he had thought of something, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He wanted to say something, but his mind suddenly shook.

In the dojo, an indescribable sword light was felt.

Several people in Wuling City looked at each other and changed their expressions.

This sword light does not seem to be sharp at all, but the purity of divine will in it is a bit unbelievable.

They had never thought that a person's divine will could be so pure.

Was this man a sword in his previous life?

If it had not been known that Mu Qingliu was the Master of the Extreme Demonic Sky-Destroying Sword, Wuling City would have thought that this person was the Master of the Heaven-Destroying Sword!

"Why bother?"

Seeing Mu Qingfeng who was as illusive as clouds in the sword light, An Qisheng felt both admiration and regret.

When the divine will leaves the body, it will inevitably cause changes in the celestial phenomena, and under the rolling thunder, it will inevitably end in the death of both the soul and the soul.

Unless, the Tianmen can be broken.

Mu Qingfeng's move was a real attempt to commit suicide, but whether he would survive or not was difficult to predict.

Even at this time, Mu Qingfeng's divine will was no less powerful than Pang Wanyang's five years ago.

However, in the end, the grasp of Qi movement depends on the individual.

Even if An Qisheng could grasp that qi machine by himself, he could not guarantee that Mu Qingfeng could capture that qi machine at this time.

"When I was young, among the many brothers and sisters, I was the only one who didn't pay much attention to practicing swordsmanship. I would play in the mountains every day. They only thought that I didn't like practicing swordsmanship, but they didn't know that I could surpass the villa with just one look. The master who teaches swordsmanship within”

Mu Qingfeng stood up in the sword light, floating like mist.

He seemed to have neither heard nor cared about the thunder rolling from the sky, the countless glances at the gate of the dojo, the shouts and curses from Kuangyan Yan, and the exclamations of sorrow from Mu Qingliu.

In his eyes, there was only the Taoist who was located in the middle of the black and white Taoist temple, and whose Taoism was as deep as the black and white Tai Chi diagram.

"I was seventeen years old that year. There were thousands of swordsmen in the entire Wanjian Villa, but no one was better than me in swordsmanship. They thought I had met a stranger who taught me swordsmanship, and they pursued me in the mountains for several years, but they couldn't see it at all. Come, all the grass, trees, bamboos and stones in the mountains can be used as swords, and all the green mountains and clear waters can be my teachers.

Heaven and earth have taught me all kinds of sword skills, I should repay heaven and earth with my sword! "

The words that flowed like a clear spring were filled with sword light all over the sky.

Boom!

The moment lightning like a silver snake pierced the sky and snaked down like a dragon, Mu Qingfeng followed the sword and pointed directly at An Qisheng:

"This sword is called Sword Twenty-Three!"

Buzz~

As soon as the sword light was fired, everything was silent, and time and space seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The wind did not blow, the clouds did not flow, and the floating dust between the sky and the earth was stagnant. Even the thunder and lightning snake falling from the sky seemed to be stagnant in mid-air.

At the gate of the mountain, thousands of martial arts practitioners in the dojo felt an indescribable wave spreading, as if they were completely sealed inside.

They could see the solidified world, but they seemed to have lost control of their bodies.

Even great masters of the divine veins like Yun Haitian, Wang Jianglong, Wulingcheng, Mu Qingliu, Sun En and other military leaders seemed to be stuck in place and unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as the endless and stunning sword light struck at a speed that seemed extremely slow, but actually exceeded the limits of the world.

That ray of sword light was no longer as brilliant as before, but instead more thrilling. As the sword penetrated, they seemed to see green mountains and green waters, clouds rolling and swaying, and the sword fairy in white. To all things in heaven and earth.

It seems that the whole world is contained in that sword light!

I got the sword from heaven and earth, so I gave it back to the world!

In the middle of the dojo, An Qisheng's eyes were like a mirror, reflecting this stunning sword light:

"This is Sword Twenty-Three"

The sword light was like water, like wind, like mountains and rivers, like birds, beasts, insects and fish. It had no murderous edge at all, but once it passed by, it brought about the ultimate terrifying scene.

Wherever the sword light passed, it suddenly became completely blank and void.

Whether it was light or dust, all tangible and intangible things were killed, obliterated, and wiped away, as if they had never existed between heaven and earth at all!

Heaven and earth are merciless, treating all things as stupid dogs!

The most ruthless person in the world is nothing more than heaven and earth itself!

At the end of Ruthless, it is the Sword of Heaven and Earth!

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