The Ultimate Sword Master

At this moment.

In the corner of Xuantian Realm, Chongming stood up with force, looking at the people disappearing in the passage, looking dazed and muttering to himself.

"Master Chicken, I'm waiting for you here!"

"this time……"

As if it had thought of something, its voice was filled with sadness, "You must come back, and you can't break your promise again!"

…

Inside the portal.

A piece of blood red!

Under the intertwining of omnipresent divine power, it is infiltrating everyone's spiritual power of cultivation all the time, as if it wants to transform them into a member of the servants of God!

Those with high cultivation level.

It feels better.

For those with lower cultivation levels, it takes less than half of their cultivation just to keep themselves from being infiltrated by divine power.

Until now.

Everyone realized that Mu Xinghe's words were not exaggerated at all!

Holy area.

For them, it is more dangerous than the dragon's pond and the tiger's den!

same.

They also understood how terrifying those protoss who looked so weak and died simply were actually!

Gods!

Always strong!

It’s just that Gu Han and the others are stronger!

That's all!

The front.

Gu Han is wearing armor and holding a sword, and his speed does not slow down.

The sword light was swaying one after another, and the natural sword intent was permeating the air, constantly disinfecting the divine power in the portal, reducing the pressure on everyone behind!

Ghost power.

It exists based on the rules of Quanzi Monument.

Divine power.

But it exists based on the power of faith.

In comparison.

The threat of the latter is greater.

Public pressure.

He also knew it clearly.

"Everyone."

Don't look back either.

He activated his cultivation and said in a deep voice: "It's still too late to exit now, but when you enter the divine realm later, it will be too late!"

No one said anything!

No one is retreating!

From Yuan Zhengyang, the master of the Xuantian Sword Sect, to an ordinary sword cultivator from the Xuantian Domain, everyone remained silent!

"Dare you ask the sword head!"

After a long while, Zhou Yuantong suddenly said: "What is sword cultivation?"

"..."

The one who was silent this time was Gu Han.

One sentence.

A few words.

He has completely understood everyone's thoughts.

"Sword cultivator."

After a moment, he whispered: "Go forward indomitably and live toward death."

"Death! Nothing to fear!"

"We, the sword cultivators, should move forward indomitably! Live towards death!"

"This is the true meaning of Xuantian Sword Dao!"

All the sword cultivators spoke one after another, their voices were like thunder, and their sword intentions came back and forth, all with the intention of being brave and unafraid of death!

Looking at Gu Han's back.

A glimmer of enlightenment suddenly appeared in their hearts.

Nine.

Countless.

As the tenth-generation swordsman, Gu Han is the only one to cultivate, kill the source, enter the divine realm... everything he does is breaking the limit! Beyond knowledge!

This battle.

Perhaps it is the most glorious, fiercest and most glorious battle in my life!

Death is worth it!

The thought passed away.

The sword cultivators suddenly felt that their sword hearts were much purer, their sword intentions were more harmonious, and the pressure brought by their divine power was less!

"A breakthrough on the battlefield?"

Mu Xinghe raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and said with emotion: "If there is no destruction, no establishment, there will be a new life! If the end of the road comes, then we will live to death!"

Gu Han wasn't surprised either.

Not to mention the three thousand Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, the rest of the sword cultivators are also the young elite generation of the Xuantian Domain. It is normal for them to gain something under pressure.

"Brother Mu!"

Glancing at Mu Xinghe, he smiled and said, "With this situation, why not compose a poem?"

"Brother, I don't know something."

Mu Xinghe was confused: "When I compose poetry, I have always been critical."

Everyone's lips twitched slightly.

For the first time, they discovered that Mu Xinghe was still a bit pretentious.

"How about making an exception?"

Gu Han smiled and said, "Just think of it as a favor to me."

"That's...okay!"

Mu Xinghe's embarrassment only lasted for half a moment, and then the clouds disappeared. His eyes turned and swept over Gu Han's body, and finally landed on the black sword covered with bright moonlight.

"The sword is born in the red dust clouds, but there is no world in the flying rain."

"The floating life looks at each other, the sword rises and falls and the stars are cold."

Is the poem good or not?

That remains to be debated.

But tens of thousands of sword cultivators cheered in unison to save their dignity.

"Made in haste!"

"You can't get into the elegant hall!"

Mu Xinghe is humble on the surface, but in fact it is very useful. After all, in his heart, the poem is in front and the sword is in the back. Praising his purple and green swords will not make him lose his temper. Praising his poems is tantamount to annoying him. Itchy spot.

"Brother, stop being so modest!"

Gu Han laughed and said, "Among all the sword cultivators, your poetic talent is the best!"

Everyone tasted it carefully.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this sentence.

Also at this time!

The blood-red divine power around him suddenly became several times stronger, as if something was blocking the front!

arrive!

Gu Han's heart moved, and he realized that this was the real barrier of the divine realm!

boom!

He raised the black sword in his hand and slashed it down instantly!

In an instant!

The scenery in the passage changed, with wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and all natural phenomena appeared one by one. Finally, it turned into a shocking sword intent, directly smashing the boundary barrier in front of it with the power of shattering the sky!

His eyes lit up.

The realm of God, which has been extremely mysterious since the beginning of the era, is presented to everyone for the first time!

"Everyone!"

"Kill with me!!"

With a light shout, Gu Han's figure flashed and he had already entered the God's Domain.

Behind him.

Tens of thousands of sword cultivators were excited, and the sword intent flowed around them. The sound of swords in the passage rose and fell, all following Gu Han!

Mu Xinghe sighed.

Seeing one sword cultivator after another entering the God's Domain without hesitation, he was moved and chanted softly.

"Draw the sword and rise up in the vastness, the wind and thunder roar in the universe."

"Listen to the chant of thousands of swords, and wait for you to return!"

...

Ghost Domain.

The sky is dark and dim all year round.

The sky of the God Clan is red, and the divine power like red mist falls down, showing the domineering and deep oppression!

In the flow of divine power.

The miniatures of countless small realms appear and disappear, and the power of faith in the realm spreads. In the weirdness, there is a different kind of solemnity!

Boom!

Rumble!

In a certain place of faith of a god, the blood-red sky suddenly lost its previous calmness. As the divine power rolled violently, a gap of tens of thousands of feet in radius exploded with a bang!

What happened!

In the territory, tens of thousands of gods looked up at the sky and found that there were a large number of human figures in the gap with sword lights and sword intentions!

"Bold human ants!"

A cold shout suddenly sounded, and a tall and strong figure suddenly appeared from the center of the territory!

"Trespassing into the divine domain!"

"Set foot on the country of my faith!"

"This is a capital crime!"

Boom boom boom!

As he spoke, a body as high as 100,000 feet rose from the ground and rushed into the sky!

"Should be executed..."

Boom!

Just as he said this, a sword light suddenly appeared in the gap in the sky, looking down on the gap, unparalleled!

The sword light was boundless.

Just like the moon shining on the world!

Wherever it touched, the God, the more than 100,000 gods in the territory, or the territory itself... all disappeared like clouds and smoke, and were directly evaporated!

The territory was gone.

In its place, there was a pit with a radius of billions of miles, bottomless, and devastated!

Silently.

A figure fell into the sky.

Wearing silver armor, holding a black sword, with flying black hair, a tall figure, murderous eyes, and sword intent flowing on his body!

It was Gu Han!

With a glance, he slowly spoke, with endless indifference in his voice.

"This God Realm is really filthy."