Chapter 353: The unity of man and nature, the sword's power reaches the gods!
The terrifying sword force actually tore through the defense of the formation. The strength of the Sword Emperor was truly shocking.
Faced with this powerful attack, Wuming did not take it head-on. Instead, he stepped on the Seven Stars and dodged it with mysterious footwork.
His hand was always on the hilt of the sword, but he never drew it.
Obviously, his ultimate trick will only be used at the critical moment.
When the Sword Emperor missed his attack, a trace of disdain and contempt flashed in his eyes.
He laughed loudly, his voice like thunder: "Nobody, it seems that you are nothing more than this! Even if you hide again, how long can you hide?"
Wuming remained silent, his face calm as water, as if the earth-shattering blow just now had nothing to do with him.
His eyes narrowed slightly, observing the Sword Emperor's every move, as if a cheetah was looking for the best time to attack.
The Sword Emperor attacked again. This time, his sword intent was even more ferocious. The sword light surged like a wave and went straight towards Wuming.
Wuming tapped his feet lightly, and his body floated off the ground like willow catkins, trying his best to avoid every attack from Dao Huang.
However, Sword Emperor did not give him a chance to breathe. His violent attacks continued to oppress Wuming's space, forcing him to be unable to fight back.
Around the ring, the crowd watching the fight were talking a lot. They were disappointed with Wuming's performance and felt that he was a bit embarrassing.
"It seems that no one in Tianmen can defeat the Sword Emperor this time."
"This man's footwork is pretty good, but it's of little use against a strong man like Dao Huang. As long as he reveals a flaw, he will be in great danger."
"The Sword Emperor's Tyrant Sword can cut through the heavens and destroy the earth. He is still playing with it now. If he unleashes his full strength, I'm afraid this Wuming won't last three rounds."
Someone in the crowd sighed, and his words were full of disappointment.
However, when everyone thought that Wuming would be forced into a desperate situation by Daohuang, Wuming suddenly stopped.
He smiled gently, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
"Sword Emperor, as you said, dodging is not my style." Wuming's voice was not loud, but it contained unquestionable firmness.
Before he finished speaking, Wuming finally moved.
His sword was unsheathed in an instant, and the sword light was like a rainbow, pointing directly at the Sword Emperor.
That sword seemed to contain endless power, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be attracted by the sword and gathered towards the sword light.
People's swords also sensed something at this moment and automatically drew their swords, gathering on the battlefield like soldiers who had heard a call.
A terrifying sword intent instantly enveloped the entire place, making everyone shudder as if they were being stared at by an ancient giant beast.
Wuming, who held the magic sword, was completely different from before. His edge was exposed and his sword power was crisscrossing the world. He was like two different people.
"It has taken me thousands of years to sharpen my sword, Wuming. I hope you can bring me a surprise!" Emperor Shitian looked at the sword intent that filled the void, and a divine light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
He was most aware of the reputation of Tibetan swordsmanship. The longer the sword was maintained, the more powerful it would become. It was a sword skill that truly had no upper limit.
It's a pity that this kind of kung fu is time-consuming and laborious. It takes thousands of years to cultivate the sword, just for a moment of bloom. Ordinary people simply cannot persist.
Only someone like Wuming, who is indifferent to fame and fortune and takes things as they come, can practice this sword art to perfection.
When he drew his sword, the defensive formation above the platform suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light, which was like a burning flame, stinging people's eyes.
The elders of the Holy Land were horrified to find that all the spiritual energy in the formation's center was madly rushing towards the plain and simple divine sword.
"Quick, reinforce the formation..." The warning stopped abruptly.
The first level of the formation collapsed under the unparalleled sword intent, followed by the second level, the third level... and the thirty-sixth level!
Above the clouds, the ancient bell of the Hun Tian Sword Sect suddenly rang by itself, and the sound was melodious and grand.
The Hun Tian Sword Sect, famous for its sword, is the strongest sword force besides the Jie Tian Sword Sect. Its ancient bell can sense the strength of the sword.
The sword intent that can make an ancient bell emit such a long sound is extremely rare in history.
“What a powerful sword intent!” Upon seeing this, the Sword God Hun Tian looked solemn.
He knew that this was the first time in a thousand years that someone had touched that legendary realm - the divine swordsmanship.
“The way of the sword is divine...it’s actually the way of the sword!” The great elder of the Hun Tian Sword Sect was so shocked that he lost his mind and pulled out his beard without realizing it.
The disciples nearby couldn't help but widen their eyes and look shocked when they saw the elder lose his composure.
The sword intent became stronger and stronger, penetrating the clouds. The light was dazzling and illuminated the entire Huntian Ancient Domain, bursting out with invincible power.
However, Wuming's sword did not slash down, but was just held sideways, as if it was still gathering strength and would not strike until it reached its peak.
Dao Huang's pupils suddenly shrank. He felt an unprecedented threat and his face instantly became solemn.
We can’t allow Wuming’s sword intent to continue to grow stronger!
As soon as the thought came to his mind, the Sword Emperor swung his sword again, with an indomitable sword intent, and chopped fiercely at Wuming's head.
The light of the sword and the knife intertwined in the air, bursting out with dazzling light.
"boom--"
With a loud bang, the entire arena was shaken by the powerful energy fluctuations, and the audience subconsciously stepped back for fear of being affected.
The smoke and dust cleared, and on the stage, Wuming and Daohuang were still facing each other.
Wuming was still gathering strength. In the collision just now, he did not make any move at all. He just counterattacked with his sword intent.
The Sword Emperor took a half step back, a hint of surprise appeared on his face. A tiny crack actually appeared on his Dragon Bone Sword.
"How is this possible!" Dao Huang looked at Wuming in disbelief, "Your cultivation is obviously not as good as mine, how could you break my sword intent?"
Wuming smiled calmly, "The true way of the sword does not depend on cultivation, but on the state of mind. Sword Emperor, if you don't use your full strength, you will have no chance!"
Dao Huang's face became extremely solemn when he heard this. He knew that he had met a real opponent and could not hold back.
"Good! Very good! Wuming, you are indeed qualified to be my opponent!" Dao Huang shouted, and the momentum around his body surged again. He decided not to hold back and go all out.
At this moment, he is the true Sword Emperor, his aura flowing through the stars and his sword intent reaching the sky, like a god or devil descending to the earth.
Wuming's expression remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if responding to his master's intentions.
The atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense, and the air seemed to be filled with an invisible smell of gunpowder.
"Wuming, today, one of us must die!" The Sword Emperor roared, and his aura suddenly burst out. The sword intent merged with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming a huge sword light, which slashed straight towards Wuming.
This blow condensed all his strength and was his strongest attack. Under this blow, the solid space was weaker than paper and was torn apart easily.
"Sword Emperor, I admit that you are very strong, but my sword is no longer restricted by anyone." Wuming's words were filled with unshakable faith.
He slowly raised the sword in his hand, and the sword light became extremely bright at this moment, as if illuminating the entire world.
"Hidden Sword Technique - One sword per thousand years!" Wuming whispered.
This sword contained his thousand years of sword intent and hard work. It was his strongest attack and also his last trump card.
The sword light was like a rainbow, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged, as if cheering for the sword. The nameless figure gradually blurred in the sword light and turned into a piece of light and shadow.
The unity of man and nature, the sword is divine.
The elegance of this sword cannot be described by any language in the world; it is truly an invincible sword.
boom! ! !
Two unrivaled forces collided on the ring, causing a deafening roar.
A terrifying shock wave swept all around, and the entire battlefield collapsed and turned into dust under the impact of this force.
The power of this attack surpassed that of the Supreme Being and entered the true realm of immortals and demons. The terrifying might shocked everyone.