The Ultimate Sword Master

Mu Xinghe swore.

He has lived for 130,000 years and has never heard such an outrageous request, and this request still came from Gu Han!

It's not just him.

Even Lao Sun looked weird.

Without any choice.

Gu Han had no choice but to explain.

Over the years, his encounters have been extraordinary. Previously, in the Five Thunder Prison of the Ninth Level Demon Realm, the Immortal Sword Body broke through to the sixth level in one fell swoop. However, the Immortal Sword Soul has stayed on the same spot for many years without making any progress, and is still stuck at the sixth level. Second floor!

In comparison.

The conditions for achieving the Immortal Sword Soul are much more stringent than those for the Immortal Sword Body.

for decades.

He traveled around and saw many sword cultivators, and now that he was in the Xuantian Domain, there were countless sword cultivators. However, except for the master of the Dayan Sword Scripture and Yun Jiansheng, the Sword Intent could be called The only ones at the top are Patriarch Xuantian and the missing eighth-generation swordsman.

only.

One of these two people has gone to the positive and negative world, and the other is crazy and missing. Neither of them can be contacted by him now.

Mu Xinghe, who has initially achieved the integration of purple and green.

On the contrary, he is the best candidate!

"I see!"

After hearing the explanation, Mu Xinghe suddenly realized and exclaimed: "I never thought that there is such a unique way to practice swordsmanship in this world. My inheritance... is amazing! It's a pity that this method seems to be tailor-made for me. It’s made so that others won’t be able to use it!”

"Brother please make it happen!"

Gu Han looked solemn and asked again.

"What's the problem?"

Mu Xinghe stroked his beard and laughed and said: "This is my luck! I never thought that my purple-green sword will one day be one of the top swords in the world! Don't worry, brother, let alone one sword, it will be ten swords." Hundreds of swords, thousands of swords, I can give it to you!”

"One sword!"

Gu Han's expression changed slightly and he emphasized: "Just one sword will do!"

"Hahaha...good!"

After listening to the instructions, the purple and green swords behind Mu Xinghe moved together and flew out suddenly, with a faint tendency to merge into one!

at the same time.

A gray sword intent was locked between Gu Han's eyebrows!

"Purple and green merge into one, wind and thunder move!"

"Ghosts and gods are frightening and bringing disaster to the common people!"

Mu Xinghe became very popular in poetry. As he was reciting, the purple and green swords rang in unison, and a sword light suddenly struck down!

"Brother, pick it up!"

The words fell.

The sword light had already sunk into Gu Han's eyebrows!

His body trembled.

Gu Han's consciousness suddenly went blank for a brief period. His soul was broken and reorganized. There was new life in the destruction... It seemed like a moment had passed, and it seemed like ten thousand years had passed. The soul had recovered again, more solid and more agile than before. , above the eyebrows, there is a third sword mark!

Immortal Sword Soul, third level!

hiss! !

On the side, Lao Sun gritted his teeth and his heart was trembling!

This world.

There are too many people who are cruel to others, but those who are cruel to themselves... He only obeys Gu Han!

After a while.

Gu Han slowly opened his eyes and met Mu Xinghe's concerned eyes, "Brother, how do you feel?"

"Feel……"

Gu Han felt it carefully and suddenly smiled, "Not bad?"

After leaving the customs previously.

At most, he can only completely integrate dozens of sword intentions into the worldly intention, but now... at least double that!

Don't mention anything else.

The control of the sword intention has far exceeded that of the previous moment!

"well."

Seeing his expression, Mu Xinghe vaguely understood everything, and sighed softly: "I have such a mastery of swordsmanship, and I will definitely be able to stand at the top of the world in the future, and I can look forward to the great road!"

"My swordsmanship is perfect."

"The sword in your hand cannot be damaged!"

While talking.

He turned his hand, and an object that was about an inch long and completely black fell into his hand!

But it’s the tip of a sword!

Unparalleled sharpness, the edge is fully displayed, almost tearing the sky apart!

Appears at first sight.

Gu Han felt a sharp edge coming towards him, stinging his cheeks. The space around him was also shattered by this sharp edge.

The sound of swords suddenly sounded.

A tattered black sword suddenly fell in the field. Facing the tip of the sword, the sword trembled slightly, as if there was endless joy and desire.

The gap between the two.

I can’t say it’s completely consistent, I can only say it’s absolutely perfect!

"really."

Mu Xinghe sighed with emotion: "This sword tip belongs to me! No wonder I felt so familiar with your sword when I first saw it!"

While talking.

With a flick of his robe sleeve, he brought the tip of the sword to Gu Han.

"The beauty of a gentleman's adult life, this sword tip returns to its original owner today!"

Gu Han said nothing.

Looking at the half-sword tip, I felt very emotional. I didn't expect that this broken sword could be completed for a moment!

"Brother, where did you find this?"

"An ancient battlefield."

Mu Xinghe said truthfully: "That place seems to involve the battle at the beginning of the era."

Gu Han was a little surprised.

But there weren’t many surprises.

His doubts, the secret of his life experience, and everything he pursues... are inseparable from the battle at the beginning of the era.

"Brother."

Mu Xinghe asked curiously: "Where did you get this sword?"

"If my guess is good."

Gu Han smiled and said, "It should be left by my biological father whom I have never met."

"I see!"

Mu Xinghe said thoughtfully: "It seems that your father's identity and cultivation level... are far beyond our imagination! But I don't know what kind of battle he has gone through, and this sword has broken into this!"

With his eyesight.

Naturally you can see it.

Although this black sword looked shabby, the mysterious material and the sword shadow on the sword were the only ones he had ever seen in his life!

"Then there's no way of knowing."

Gu Han gave a rough outline of his life experience and said with a wry smile: "I have never met him once."

His family affairs.

Mu Xinghe did not express too many opinions.

His eyes turned.

He landed on the black sword again, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, the material of this sword is so strong that it's beyond my understanding. Although the sword tip has been found, if I want to continue to connect it, I'm afraid... It’s as difficult as climbing to heaven!”

"As long as you can find it."

Gu Han put away the tip of the sword, but was not worried, "As for reconnecting the broken sword... there will be a chance."

The first thing that came to his mind.

It’s Da Meng Lao Dao.

He decided to go to Mei Yun later and ask him to cry, make trouble and hang himself, and then stage a cruel trick... Don't take action if you don't believe in the old man!

"Brother, your favor is too great!"

"What's this!"

Mu Xinghe waved his hands and said nonchalantly: "Brother and I have the same minds. An unused sword tip is nothing more than useless to me. Friendship is more important than anything else! If you come to the world of good and bad in the future, , let’s have a good discussion between the two of us!”

"Brother, are you leaving?"

Gu Han was a little reluctant to hear that the other party seemed to have a desire to leave.

some people.

We have been together for a lifetime and have only become casual acquaintances.

some people.

It's just a one-sided relationship, and they have the same spirit and live and die together.

For both of them.

The other party is the latter.

“All the feasts in life must come to an end.”

Mu Xinghe sighed with emotion, became inspired by poetry, and said softly: "Mountains and seas have a time to return..."

"Winds and rains bring their own reunion."

Before he finished speaking, another voice came over, perfectly picking up the second half of his sentence.

kindness?

Mu Xinghe's heart moved and he looked towards the source of the sound.

Within the sky.

A starship with a cold aura slowly approached.

On the bow of the ship, a four-wheeled car with a unique shape was extremely eye-catching. On top of the car, a middle-aged scribe sat with a look of melancholy in his eyes.

He looked at the other person.

Mu Xinghe suddenly said again: "Is there good intentions from heaven and earth?"

The scribe thought for a moment and then said: "Mountains and rivers always meet."

Mu Xinghe asked again: "Feng Yue Wu Bian Si?"

The scribe continued: "The river breeze sings together."

hiss!

Mu Xinghe's hair stood on end!

He looked solemn, cupped his hands and said, "May I ask your Excellency, your surname?"

"Don't dare!"

The scribe hurriedly returned the gift with his hands raised, "I'm just not talented, my surname is Li, I only have the character "Xun"!"

"Brother Li?"

Mu Xinghe's eyes became brighter and brighter, "You also understand poetry?"

"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

The scribe said modestly: "In the past, when Li was not practicing Buddhism, he studied in a private school for several years, participated in the imperial examination, and was lucky enough to become a scholar..."