Xiang Tai'a has never fought with anyone since the battle thirty years ago. He only studied the way of swordsmanship in the sword pavilion and wanted to take that step. When he occasionally appeared in front of his disciples, he was not respectful.

As soon as I came out of seclusion today, I was humiliated by my junior brother who had already died a long time ago. Scars that I didn't want to mention were exposed, but I had no way to refute.

Xiang Tai'a doesn't want to hear anyone mention what happened back then. If you can't refute it, then shut up forever!

There was a ferocious light in his eyes, and there was endless killing intent all over his body. A burst of fire suddenly burst out of his body, and the raging flames burned everything around him. The space rippled under the high temperature. The only survivor

, only the coarse linen clothes and the weird long sword in his hand.

Xiang Tai'a walked slowly towards Zhang Wendao, his feet leaving clear, black smokey footprints on the sword testing platform. At the same time, the low eyebrow in his hand actually shattered from the tip of the sword.

, turned into countless fragments, like ashes burning in a flame, slowly floating in the air.

When the last section of the sword hilt disappeared, the ashes began to penetrate into Xiang Tai'a's body. The touched skin first showed mottled dark red, and then a burst of dazzling red light appeared. The irregular patches

It looked extremely ugly. Gradually, every inch of the skin was covered by these red spots, and the flowing fire light had obscured the facial features. The whole figure was like a burning man transformed from magma. He let out an inhuman strange cry:

"Come and die!"

With this scream full of hostility, Xiang Tai'a finally completed the fusion with Low Eyebrow, and the fierce flames seemed to ignite the world.

This time, Li Ziran finally recognized the person in front of him when he said "come" at the bottom of the mountain. This is the power of the peak of the Dongxu Realm. The sword master of this sword pavilion is not far away from "breaking the void and meeting the gods"!

The difference may just be an opportunity.

Sure enough, I heard Xiang Tai'a continue to speak and let out a weird laugh:

"Junior brother, junior brother, actually I want to thank you. I have stayed at the peak of Dongxu for a long time. But I have always been exploring alone. Could it be that you are here to help solve my brother's problems?".

There was a burst of excitement in his voice. He continued to talk to himself.

"You also know what kind of skills I practice, and there are only a handful of people in the world who have reached this level, and they can't be found. Senior brother, I don't think about food and drinks every day, just thinking about whether there is a kind person

A strong man from the void, come and confirm with me and help me ascend to the realm of breaking the void."

Walking towards Zhang Wendao step by step, the strange voice revealed a hint of sorrow and sorrow, like a close friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time blaming the other party for not coming to visit him.

Li Ziran felt that it was probably the shortcomings of this technique that made the old monster nervous. But it was undeniable that he was really strong. Looking at the blue sword energy that was being forced to retreat, he looked at

The old man couldn't help but look worried.

At this moment, the monster Xiang Tai'a's feet suddenly exerted force, a wave of air burst out, and he rushed out. At the same time, his hands formed claws and smashed the blue sword energy that could have been resisted to pieces.

All this happened in an instant. Before anyone in the venue could react, the pair of claws with billowing heat were already in front of Zhang Wendao. One hand grabbed his neck, and the other went straight to his dantian.

Zhang Wendao's body swept back quickly, and the sword in his hand kept moving, slashing straight at the hands that were heading straight for his vitals.

What I didn't expect was that the hand grabbed the blade of the sword without hesitation.

There was a sound of "dang", and the scene of the palm being cut off did not happen. The hands with flowing flames were as hard as steel, and there was no trace of scars under the blow. He changed his moves and continued to catch Zhang Wendao.

The red fire light brought up afterimages, forcing the old Taoist figure to keep retreating, holding the long sword in his hand.

The splashing water he swung was unable to penetrate, and could barely withstand the explosive attack.

One side is aggressive, while the other is fighting and retreating. The entire sword testing platform is covered with various claw marks and sword marks. Under the impact, the mighty aftermath is wrapped in smoke and explodes, like blooming flowers of death.

The speed and power unleashed by both sides made the originally spacious sword-testing platform seem a bit cramped, and from time to time they would fly into the air for fierce fights.

The smoke and dust in the sky had made it difficult for the spectators to see what was going on in the field. They could only hear the constant sound of impact, which continued. Everyone in the sword pavilion kept sighing at the power of the sword master, and their expressions were filled with pride. At the same time, they could not help but sigh.

No regrets, that Zhang Wendao was really not given for free. If it were him, would he be able to hold on to one and a half moves?

The sound of fighting finally became less and less, until it calmed down. Li Ziran had never felt that a quarter of an hour was so long. He wiped his face haphazardly twice with his sleeve and stared at the article closely.

The messy sword testing platform.

Everyone in Jiange also stopped discussing and focused their attention on the field.

As if afraid that the audience would wait too long, a sudden gust of wind sounded in the venue, and the dust in the sky seemed to be pushed away by a big hand, just like what Li Ziran saw at the foot of the mountain.

Within a moment, the sword testing platform and two figures appeared in front of everyone.

The sword-testing platform that was originally as flat as a giant millstone was now torn into pieces, with countless boulder fragments and criss-crossing ravines scattered everywhere.

Xiang Tai'a has returned to his original appearance, wrapped in coarse linen clothes, holding the sheathed low eyebrow in his hand, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle, and he is smiling. He just stands there with bare feet. His whole body cannot be seen.

Got a trace of scar.

Zhang Wendao, who was opposite him, was a little embarrassed at this time. The black crane cloak with the runes on the back was now dim. It was covered with holes of different sizes, and some of the exposed skin was blue and purple, and some were black.

, and a gurgling stream of blood flowed out from under his ribs.

Only the crown on his head was still tightly tied, and the Xizhao sword in his hand still shone coldly.

Li Ziran's eyes turned red, he clenched his teeth and restrained his emotions. He could clearly see that a claw had pierced his ribs, and there was still a burning sword intent around the wound.

Those with strong magical powers can quickly restore their bodies, and those with strong holes can even regenerate their severed limbs, and their flesh and blood can heal themselves.

But all this is based on the abundance of profound energy. After Xiang Tai'a's blow, his sword intention was left at the wound. Zhang Wendao during the battle could not mobilize all his strength to get rid of it, but his own profound energy could not help but

Repair all the damage on the body. If the depth of profound energy in the two people's bodies is the same, then the result is self-evident. What a vicious idea!

However, at this time, Zhang Wendao still had no expression on his face, just like when he said "I'm going to die" in a calm tone at the foot of the mountain, it seemed that the injured person was not him.

"Why did you stop?" he asked towards the other side, as if he was the one who had the upper hand.

Xiang Tai'a, who was still there with a smile on his face, his eyes and mouth trembled for a while, and his expression almost lost control.

"Junior brother, if I don't stop, you will die. This is not what I want to see." He tried hard to calm down the anger in his heart. This old man's mouth is so annoying. When he achieves his goal, he will be burned to death.

Fly ashes and save anger.

Zhang Wendao stared at him with stern eyes and spoke in an unhurried tone,

"Master has said that your sword and swordsmanship are skilful, fierce and domineering, and your initial training is extremely fast and has no bottlenecks. However, he concluded that if those who practice swordsmanship want to break through the void, they must steal the incarnations of others to complete the swordsmanship.

, you say this is right or wrong."

It seemed like a question, but his tone was full of determination.

Xiang Tai'a, who had just calmed down and thought in his heart that he was not as knowledgeable as a dead person, suddenly darkened his face when he heard these words, and his eyes were gloomy.

Zhang Wendao coughed for a while, and a few mouthfuls of blood clots popped out. He waved his hand and continued, minding his own business: "Back in the 13th month of the Xinzong period, you only had two people left, and it seemed that you escaped and ascended to heaven, but I think everything about this is weird.

And why did the Bridge of Immortality break? Why would I, the one who immediately broke through the hole, survive?"

Having said this, he looked at one of the onlookers with endless ridicule on his face: "I thought of it based on Master's words. You have been planning this thing since then. If you cut off my Immortal Bridge, you will definitely be defeated.

I will definitely come to you before I die, right? Even my life span has not escaped your calculations. You know that I will go up the mountain today. Isn’t that right, Master Qingce?"

Hearing the person's name, everyone looked at an old man in gray robe who showed no sign of appearance. Elder Qingce usually looked after the handymen and did the errands of sweeping the court. How could this... be the Great Mystic Master?

He was a great monk who was in the realm of supernatural powers, and apart from being slightly weaker in attack, he was able to cultivate the magical powers of fortune-telling, Taoism, Dharma, and Spirit, which were much more important than ordinary sword cultivators.

Feeling everyone's disbelieving gazes, the old man named Qing Ce closed his eyes and remained silent.

One of them was silent, and the other had a gloomy look, but Zhang Wendao smiled, happily and wildly.

Smiling and laughing, Xiang Tai'a's face suddenly changed, as if he had seen a ghost. He no longer had the calmness and calmness, and kept murmuring: "Impossible, this is impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Chapter completed!