Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 420 I Seek My Own Path

Looking at the dead Po Jun, Wuming was also filled with emotion.

When he first joined the Sword Sect, his swordsmanship was already astonishing, and everyone in the sect, from experts to elders, looked at him with new respect.

Even the sect leader treated him with the utmost respect.

But Po Jun just couldn't accept Wu Ming's authority!
However, the difference in their martial arts skills was too great, and even though Wuming personally taught him the sword, Po Jun still couldn't learn it.

But he was still unconvinced!

Years of repression eventually led to this long-standing feud that has lasted for more than 20 years.

As the saying goes, one should not push things to the extreme, nor should one exhaust one's sword. If everything is taken to the extreme, the relationship will inevitably end sooner!

Wuming sighed, his expression forlorn, "Sword Saint is like this, and so is Po Jun." He turned to look at Ren Shaoyang, "Sword God Ren, you..."

"I won't listen! I won't listen!" Ren Shaoyang shook his head vigorously, ignoring his rambling.

Wuming shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying, "Twenty years ago, I was exactly like you."

“Hey~!” Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, “We’re not the same. I have brothers and sisters, donkeys, tigers and pandas. I’m living a happy life! Unlike you, an old widower.”

Wuming was furious and said, "Your mouth is truly poisoned! If it weren't for your superior swordsmanship, you would have had your throat slit long ago!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "That's why I practice swordsmanship so hard, because I'm afraid of being slit in the throat."

Upon hearing this, Wuming's anger subsided. He exchanged a glance with Ren Shaoyang and couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching his waist.

The laughter was deafening, and the entire ice castle began to shake.

"Hmph, Nameless, you've finally settled your score. Now it's my turn to come out!"

Suddenly, the Sword Emperor's voice rang out.

The three turned to look and saw that the entire ice fortress was shaking more and more violently, with cracks spreading outwards amidst the cracking sounds.

"Go away, go away!" the Sword Emperor shouted.

Ren Shaoyang shrugged and slipped out of the Sword Sect.

Wuming and Jianchen were slower, and after a while, they came out carrying the corpses.

"These people all died because of my sword fight with Po Jun. I want to bring them out and give them a proper burial," Wuming said calmly.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and asked, "Where is Jian Hui's body?"

Wuming sighed, his hair and beard disheveled, his eyes clear and bright as he gazed at the collapsing Sword Sect and said with a sigh, "My master dedicated himself to the Sword Sect, so let him be buried in the Sword Sect along with Po Jun, as he wished."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You're not exactly a pedantic scholar with a woman's heart."

Wuming put one hand on his hip and laughed, "I was never that way!"

Seeing his master burst into laughter, his beard trembling with mirth, Jian Chen thought to himself in surprise, "I've never seen my master so happy, it's like the dark clouds have dispersed and the bright moon has appeared." He looked up at the imposing Ren Shaoyang, "This Sword God Ren is truly something else!"

Just then, the sky and earth suddenly brightened with a "boom," and a muffled thunderclap made people's eardrums buzz.

A crack appeared in the Sword Sect Ice Fortress, and a figure flew out in a flash!
"Doo dio dio~! Ta-da~"

The nameless master and his disciples were watching the Sword Emperor leap out when a strange sound suddenly rang in their ears. They couldn't help but turn their heads.

Ren Shaoyang had a mischievous grin on his face and was making some kind of audio.

“Ren Jianshen.” Jian Chen’s eye twitched. “Your music is really strange.”

Is that strange?

"Hmm, it's strange that this piece of music is paired with the scene of my grandmaster jumping out of prison."

"Haha, what's so strange about that?"

Jian Chen honestly replied, "It seems like...it seems like a monkey has escaped from prison."

"Jian Chen, how can you be so disrespectful to your elders!"

Seeing Jian Chen so obedient, Wuming immediately reprimanded him.

"Ah, ah! I shouldn't have said that!"

Jian Chen quickly bowed and apologized.

Just then, the Sword Emperor suddenly let out a strange cry: "Hahaha! I'm finally out!"

Then the Sword Emperor soared into the sky, his limbs outstretched, flailing wildly.

"Tell me, does it look like it?" Ren Shaoyang pointed with his small hand.

Wuming's lips twitched, he was holding it in so badly, and finally couldn't help but turn his head away, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"He's laughing, isn't Master laughing?" Jian Chen couldn't help but chuckle, peeking over curiously.

Just then, the Sword Emperor suddenly shouted, "Nameless! Damn it, you should have won long ago! You made me suffer for twenty years for nothing!"

"In any case, now that you've won, the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin' is yours as promised. Take care of yourself! Haha."

The Sword Emperor casually tossed the manual down, flipped in mid-air, and walked away carefree.

Wuming caught it with a snap, and looking up, he saw it was the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" manual. He was filled with emotion: "Alas, this manual has caused endless killings in the martial world, creating countless grudges between Po Jun and me, and even imprisoning my Uncle Sword Emperor for decades." With that, he casually tossed it over, "Catch!"

Ren Shaoyang caught it, raising an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

The nameless man, with his hands behind his back, said, "The 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' technique is the strongest sword technique in the world, and it should naturally be wielded by the strongest swordsman in the world. I hope that the Sword God will wield it to fight for justice and protect all living beings!"

Jian Chen listened with great enthusiasm and nodded repeatedly.

"Whoosh!"

The manual was tossed back into the hands of the nameless man.

Wuming was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Sword God Ren, what do you mean by this?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "In my life, I have never been inferior to anyone." He smiled, a very arrogant smile, "I don't need this sword technique."

Jian Chen panicked: "Sword God Ren, this, this is 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin'!"

"So what?" Ren Shaoyang said, "Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together." With that, he set off towards the ruins of the Sword Sect.

"This..." Jian Chen wanted to say something more.

Wuming stopped him: "Chen'er, shut up!"

"Master, the Sword God Ren actually looks down on 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin'!"

"If you don't like it, you don't like it," Wuming laughed. "Top swordsmen all have their own pride and their own principles. As he said, those who walk different paths cannot work together. Since we can't see eye to eye, why waste time?"

"Is that so?"

Jian Chen stared in disbelief at the white-robed figure's back, a strong sense of ambition welling up within him.

"Could I become someone like Ren Jianshen?"

Ren Shaoyang stopped and flicked his sleeves.

The mountain-like ruins of the Sword Sect suddenly cracked open with a loud rumble, forming a narrow passageway.

Ren Shaoyang listened intently for a moment, smiled slightly, and reached out to grab something in mid-air!
hum!
The entire passageway resembled a rippling blue lake, with layers of waves spreading out, and a grand humming sound filled the entire space.

The ruins of the Sword Sect were like an enormous bronze bell, struck by this palm, causing the sound to reverberate in all directions!

With a whoosh, a long sword suddenly appeared in the void. Without warning, it materialized before the white-robed man, first the hilt, then the guard, then the blade, and finally the tip.

It was squeezed out of the air and gently landed in his palm.

The sword was neither made of gold nor stone; its entire body was carved from crystal, radiating a faint, ethereal light.

What is most peculiar is its shape. It is not the typical streamlined style of swords, but is constructed from countless chaotic geometric shapes, which are complex yet harmonious.

Looking at it for too long can make you feel dizzy.

"This, what is this?"

Jian Chen glanced at the sword and immediately felt a splitting headache. He clutched his head and screamed.

Wuming's expression was also solemn. He looked at his hands and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! My hands are trembling uncontrollably." He suddenly looked up, "Sword God Ren, what kind of sword is this?"

As Ren Shaoyang raised the sword, he felt the energy swirling around him from all directions, overwhelming and intertwined, forming a boundless, endless cycle.

He gently stroked the sword and chuckled, "This is the First Emperor's Sword." He added in his mind, "The Key to the Sword Realm!"
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The night was dark.

As the group pursued them, they soon left the town and arrived in the boundless desert.

The cold moonlight seeped into my skin, making the yellow sand look like frost.

The wind sometimes strong, sometimes weak, swirling up wisps of fine sand that brushed against everyone's faces.

Huai Mie couldn't shake them off, and seeing Jue Xin and the others from Wushen Jue Palace trailing far behind, he couldn't help but curse his bad luck.

They came to pursue Ding'an, but unexpectedly, they were targeted by this group of foreign villains, a truly undeserved disaster.

Huai Mie said, "Huai Kong, don't hold back later, run when you find an opportunity!"

"Brother, what about you?"

Huai Mie laughed loudly, revealing his arrogance: "I can escape too!"

Huai Kong, unsuspecting, nodded and said, "Alright!"

The two devised a plan, suddenly restrained themselves, and stood back to back facing the crowd.

Swish, brush, brush~!

Dozens of demons surrounded them, their Japanese swords gleaming coldly.

Juexin sneered, "Not running away anymore?"

Huai Mie said, "Your Excellency has gone to great lengths to chase us all the way to the desert. If we brothers were to continue running, wouldn't that be disrespectful?"

Jue Tian walked slowly from a distance, and snorted coldly, "Then why don't you surrender?"

Huai Mie laughed and said sternly, "Surrender? There is only Huai Mie who dies in battle, not Huai Mie who surrenders!"

"Is that so?" Jue Xin's eyes were full of mockery. "You Central Plains experts are all tough at first, but when a long sword is at your neck, you turn into spineless cowards."

Huai Kong shouted, "Why are you chasing us? We weren't eavesdropping!"

"Does it matter?" Juexin sneered.

Huai Kong was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

“Naive children,” Juexin said softly. “Whether you heard me or not is irrelevant. We just want to capture you.”

"you!"

Hearing his blunt and domineering words, Huai Kong couldn't help but get angry.

"Why waste words with them!" Huai Kong shouted, "Charge out!" He swayed and thrust out with both palms!

With a cold laugh, he met the attack head-on, his palm covered in blood.

The two men's palm strikes met, and both of them shuddered, with the yellow sand beneath their feet rising into the air.

On the other side, Jue Tian roared and leaped out, slashing with his sword. Huai Kong felt a strong wind rushing towards him from above, and with a start, he turned and unleashed a palm strike.

when!
The two faced off again.

Jue Tian roared, "Boy, you're unlucky to have met me today!" He unleashed six swift and vicious strikes, each one incredibly powerful.

Huai Kong retreated repeatedly until he regained his footing, and then tried to counterattack with a palm strike.

The two were evenly matched in martial arts, but Jue Tian had a slight advantage, so Huai Kong naturally wanted to fight back.

suddenly!

Jue Tian gave a cold smile, then suddenly spun around and brandished his sword.

Just as Huai Kong was about to dismantle it, Jue Tian suddenly raised his left hand, grabbed some yellow sand from the ground, and threw it at him!
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Huai Kong was immediately blinded by the sand and lost his composure.

"Haha! Die!"

Jue Tian laughed loudly, his sword flashing, and the moonlight, like snowflakes, cast shadows around Huai Kong.

Huai Kong was blinded by the glare and was momentarily thrown into a flurry of activity.

With a few swift, sharp cuts, blood splattered everywhere.

Huai Kong cried out in pain, three knife wounds slashed across his body, dripping with blood.

"Huai Kong!"

Upon seeing this, Huai Mie's eyes widened in fury, and he wanted to come to his rescue.

But to everyone's surprise, Juexin sneered, "Kid, mind your own business first!" With a kick, yellow sand swept across his face.

Huai Mie shouted and swung his palm. The yellow sand flew into the air and was forced back by the palm wind.

Juexin chuckled lightly, vanished like a phantom, and reappeared with a bang, slamming his palm into Juexin's back!

Huai Mie let out a miserable scream, staggered from the blow, and fell to the ground.

“Little brother, little brother!”

Even as he fell to the ground, Huai Mie continued to call out Huai Kong's name.

Meanwhile, Huai Kong was slashed several times by Jue Tian, ​​bleeding profusely, his white clothes turning into blood-stained garments, and he was also in a dangerous situation.

Jue Tian laughed loudly: "Die!" and suddenly raised his knife to stab.

Huai Kong tried his best to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey him, and he watched as the blade tip approached bit by bit.

Seeing this, Huai Mie was both shocked and furious, but he couldn't get up at all. His eyes were wide open in anger, and tears of blood streamed down his face.

Just then, a pleasant female voice let out a long sigh.

The people present were all exceptionally skilled and had exceptional hearing, yet after fighting for a long time, none of them knew that there were actually other people on the desert where there was no cover.

Therefore, everyone who heard the sigh was shocked.

He blurted out, his resolve hardening: "Who?"

hum!
Jue Tian's Shadow Moon Blade shot into the sky, its blade grazing Huai Kong's brow, leaving a shallow mark from which a trickle of blood seeped.

Just then, a round face that could be both angry and happy peeked out from the air.

Looking at Jue Tian, ​​he uttered two words calmly:
"My stomach hurts!"

(End of this chapter)