The Ultimate Sword Master

Instinct told the young man.

It might take a long time to cultivate such a sword, so long that it would take countless eras and endless years.

But...

What he lacked the least now was time.

The sky above the courtyard was always misty. He didn't know how long he had been here, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years, or maybe even longer.

He only knew.

The floating island where he was imprisoned was very special. It would move on its own.

To be precise.

It was moved by the courtyard under his feet.

He didn't know where this courtyard came from or who left it. He just could clearly sense a feeling of the end of the world and the change of times. It seemed that every time this floating island moved a short distance, it was the end of an era in the long river of time.

During this period.

He also saw many similar floating islands, and even saw all kinds of prisoners imprisoned in the floating islands. None of them had a sentence of less than 100,000 years.

Some people were crazy and yelled.

Some people looked desperate and waited for death quietly.

Some simply turned into a pile of dry bones and powder, completely exhausted their lifespans, and died here.

The young man suddenly panicked.

After all, he had seen so many prisoners, and he was the only one with a life sentence!

Will the dead die again?

He didn't know.

He just hated the man named Su Han even more, and worked harder to cultivate the sword.

The sword rose and fell, and the flowers bloomed and faded.

Day after day, year after year.

The firewood turned into sticks, the sticks turned into chopsticks, and the chopsticks turned into strips... until finally, the dry firewood in the yard had turned into wood fibers that were not much thicker than hair.

Similarly.

His sword had already begun to have power, and with the nourishment of the endless power of all living beings, his body was no different from that of a living person. If you don't look closely, no one would think that he was a dead person.

This day.

He finished watering the vegetable garden as usual, picked up a piece of wood, and was hesitating whether to split it into eight or sixteen halves when the black sword in his hand suddenly trembled violently, almost uncontrollably, and flew out of his hand!

"This is it!"

His pupils shrank, and he suddenly looked up!

Clang!

The sound of the sword suddenly rose, and a shocking sharpness suddenly appeared on the black sword, instantly tearing through the mist above his head, allowing him to see the true face of the sky above his head!

A long river!

A roaring and endless river that seemed to penetrate everything and lead to the past and the future!

The sword was unstoppable!

Although the sword was not really drawn, it still stirred the water of the long river and caused a certain ancient and vast will to roar non-stop!

At this time!

A faint pulling force suddenly fell on the black sword in his hand, as if somewhere in that endless river, an unknown existence was summoning the black sword!

To be precise.

He was summoning the sword he had raised for a long time!

"How is it possible!"

The young man was shocked!

He always felt that the person who summoned this sword gave him a sense of familiarity, so familiar that he could not tell them apart, so familiar that he was that person and that person was him!

Just when he thought of this.

A light and shadow mark suddenly appeared in the long river, very far away from him, and vaguely, he seemed to see two figures in the light and shadow.

One had six arms.

The other was even more blurred, so blurred that he could not even see the outline.

Without waiting for him to take a closer look.

The two figures suddenly collided with each other, causing the light and shadow to tremble, completely shattered, and disappeared without a trace!

"Lord Jiumo?"

For some reason, when the young man thought of the six-armed figure, his heart moved and he blurted out the name, but he was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.

Who is Jiumo?

But...

Before he could think about it, the summoning power only lasted for half a second, and then disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared!

Boom boom boom!

As the long river vibrated, the sharp edge of the black sword was reduced, and wisps of mist filled the air again, covering the sky above the courtyard and obscuring his sight.

In the courtyard.

The young man held the black sword and fell into thought again.

"Who is that person?"

He couldn't figure it out at all. He was the only one in the courtyard, and the sword raising thing was just a whim. Who else could know the existence of this sword, and who else could summon this sword?

Even!

If this sword was not immature, if the person summoned was not too far away and too weak, it would have almost succeeded!

Bang!

Just when he thought of this, a black dot fell from the sky, turned into a stream of light, passed through the wisps of mist, landed in the courtyard, rolled a few times, and came to his feet.

It was a red seal!

A thumb-sized, ancient little seal with mysterious inscriptions all around and a wisp of scarlet mist!

"Divine seal? Divine power?"

The moment he saw the little seal, a sense of familiarity came over the young man's mind again, and he blurted out!

Xuantian Sword Monument!

Jiumo God Lord!

Divine seal and divine power!

For a moment, the familiarity brought to him by these things connected together, like a fuse, dispelling a corner of the fog in his mind, and making him remember the identities he once had!

"Jidao, Sword Master?"

"Xuantian, the Tenth Generation Sword Master?"

Rubbing his chin.

The young man was thoughtful.

These two titles, it's obvious that they are not something that ordinary people can have. The original self... is so awesome?

Then...

Isn't he invincible in the world, with no rivals?

...

In the future.

In the ten years since Gu Han left, the avenue has brought countless opportunities, mysterious skills, secret books, supreme treasure body bloodlines, and many emerging forces have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, overshadowing the former hidden clan and ancient clan, and Wushuang City is one of them!

But...

Under the management of Luo Wushuang, although Wushuang City now has many masters and talents, and has collected the world's geniuses, it has become more and more like a bandit's den!

Everything.

Of course, it's because of Luo Youran, the Queen Luo.

Back then.

She found out where Luo Wushuang was, led two tiger-headed military advisors, 108 tiger generals, and sent troops to the north to attack Wushuang City, and even shouted the heroic slogans of "conquering Wushuang City", "beating Luo Wushuang violently", and "capturing Mu Dasao alive".

Now several years have passed.

She had already arrived in Wushuang City. The latter two slogans were not mentioned, but the first slogan was indeed achieved.

Mu Qingxuan was a husband-con.

Luo Wushuang was a sister-con.

Naturally, from that day on, Wushuang City was in the hands of Queen Luo.

"Little ones!"

"Here!"

"Light the torches!"

"Yes!"

"..."

Above Wushuang City, the sky was clear and the sun was high, but with the roar of the golden tiger, waves of demonic energy rushed into the sky, directly covering the sun, and the city suddenly became dark!

As one hundred and eight flames lit up.

A beautiful woman in a light yellow dress put her hands behind her back, stepped on the heads of the monsters, and landed on the tiger-headed throne with a dragonfly touch.

"Greetings, Queen!"

The monsters shouted with all their might, and the sound was like a tsunami, almost shattering the sky!