"I'm in Wuming, the Sword God has been waiting for a long time." Wuming said with his fist.

Tang Quan glanced at the long sword in Wuming's hand. It was an ancient sword. The sword had an unparalleled deep and quaint feeling. He also clasped his fists and said:

"The Sword God is just a Xu Ming. Tang Quan, Wu Ming challenged him. He was extremely happy. In today's battle, he was the only one who can live to the death, so you don't have to be polite."

Wuming smiled indifferently and pulled out his sword. He flicked the sword body and said:

"Since that's the case, please."

Before Wuming's sword was kept flat, no matter who saw this posture, he was full of flaws. Tang Quan smiled, and he casually waved his hand to point to the ground with his fingers, but his eyes looked at Wuming.

"bite"

Before Wuming's body moved, the shadow of the sword energy that was hundreds of feet high suddenly rushed out of his entire body. Tang Quan raised his mouth and rushed out of his body with the same height of sword energy that rushed out of his body.

"Boom"

The sword energy shook the sky, and thunder appeared on sunny days. The sword energy of the two people continued to flicker and converge and began to shrink, but crackling sounds began to appear on the third-tier school field.

The granite rock-intacted battle stand began to burst continuously, and the sound continued to expand outward from behind the two people. The cracks as dense as spider webs spread out everywhere. A top swordsman outside the field shouted in surprise:

"The Heavenly Sword Unparalleled, why do two Heavenly Swords appear?"

The Tianjian is Wuming, Wuming is Tianjian. The only two are impossible for Tianjian to appear. Tang Quan and Wuming knew that the sword aura that emerged from Tang Quan was not the Tianjian. The invincible momentum was the momentum that Tang Quan automatically condensed when he killed many masters. The momentum could be suppressed or killed. If a first-class master broke into the neighborhood of the two, he would definitely be crushed to death by these two momentums.

Their power was getting more and more converging, but the cracked stones around had already floated up and began to slowly rotate along the two of them. Wuming slowly moved the long sword in his hand. When his and Tang Quan's powers condensed into three feet long sword energy suspended above his head, Wuming's First Emperor's sword in his hand suddenly flashed a little light.

In reality, it stopped. The swords where the two gathered together were still facing each other, and the people were still preparing to attack, but in fact, the two appeared in a space full of fierce sword intent at the same time.

Tang Quan stood in front of a stone tablet, while Wuming stood above a pool full of various sword intents. Tang Quan looked at his hands. The storage ring in his hand was not there, and the Yitian Sword in his hand was not there, and Wuming was not there either.

"Sword Realm"

Looking at the stone tablet in front of him, Tang Quan suddenly smiled. He looked at Wuming with surprise and said:

"Drag me into this world, do you think you can beat me with your mental power?"

Wuming sneered, his hands spread out, and the dense sword intent in the sword pool began to rush into his body, and his aura began to become stronger and stronger.

"See, I am the surrender of Tianjian Wanjian. Here are thousands of sword intents left by peerless swordsmen for millions of years. As long as I merge them, I can create the strongest sword. Even if my mental power is not as good as you, I can kill you, the devil."

Tang Quan put his hand on the stone tablet engraved with the sword world and looked around. There was a large space, but he was not very angry. He shook his head and said:

"Then I'll wait for you. We have enough time anyway. I'll take a look at what your strongest sword is?"

Wuming absorbed all the sword intent in just a while, and suddenly he muttered happily in his eyes, "The Twelve Swords of Xuanyin, with these Twelve Swords, I can quickly complete the Strongest Sword."

Tang Quan ignored Wuming and leaned on the stone tablet. He squinted his eyes and was really waiting for Wuming to gather thousands of sword masters. It seemed that half a month had passed in the sword world. Wuming suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Tang Quan. His deep and calm eyes, which had three points of compassion, had become blood-red and ferocious. He smiled and said:

"Sword God, you are really trustworthy. One of the strongest swords will bring you one sword."

A light, a sword light composed of billions of spiritual power, instantly broke through the distance of space and stabbed Tang Quan's eyebrows. As long as this sword light hit, even if Tang Quan's mental power is dozens and hundreds of times stronger than Wuming, he will die.

The Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Three locks out the death space, making people consciously fall into the static of death, and the nameless Wan Jian Guiyi is to gather powerful forces to cross the space and kill instantly.

Will Tang Quan die? Why did he wait here for so long? He knew that Wuming was the Tianjian, but why did he remain motionless?

"bite."

With a crisp sound, the bursting sword light, Wuming, ten feet away, slowly lowered his head and watched a crystal sword pass through his heart. The sword was so long, because the sword was on Tang Quan's finger, the crystal sword was sharp, dangerous and domineering.

It was faster than Wuming's sword that traveled through space, then only Wuming gathered his sword energy before the sword energy was there. Wuming's mental power formed continued to tremble, and he stared at Tang Quan and said:

"What is this?"

Tang Quan locked his eyes and flew slowly to him. As Wuming's mental power continued to spread, he absorbed it, Tang Quan said:

"The Yuantian Sword Art, the subsequent exercise of the Wanjian Guizong, is the Yuantian Sword Art. What you see is transforming qi into form and reversing the universe. So what if you are fast? Wanjian Guiyi has a fast speed and still have time to make moves. The Yuantian Sword Art is faster than you, but I just have to wait for your Wanjian Guiyi to make this move. Because the Yuantian Sword Art is too terrifying in reality, so the Wanjian Guiyi you condensed is the most suitable for normal combat. Yes, thank you."

Wuming was confused. Tang Quan waited for him for half a month, but he was not kind-hearted. He wanted to wait for his Heavenly Sword to quickly absorb and fusion of sword intent to create peerless moves. He wanted to struggle, but the sword condensed into a real thing locked him tightly.

Tang Quan also took advantage of the mental body in the sword world to quickly deprive Wuming of Wuming of his strongest move, Wan Jian Guiyi, and Wuming kept trembling, and his mental power gradually disappeared. Without mental power, he would lose his soul. Tang Quan looked at the empty sword pool with satisfaction and said:

"My Kui and Jian Yue probably wouldn't dare to come out even if they were around. I'll swallow each one. Even if your sword is far inferior to Wuming, I will swallow it."

In a strange sword stone forest thousands of feet away, two strange figures shivered and hurriedly retreated. Tang Quan smiled and walked to the stone tablet in the sword world. He got the Yuantian Sword Art from the stone tablet, but now he should leave.

"bite"

In the sword world for half a month, reality has not disappeared in a millisecond. With a sword sound, the sword energy above Tang Quan sneered around Wuming's neck, and Wuming's head, known as the martial arts myth, rolled to the ground.
Chapter completed!