The wind was connected to the snow, and the snow was connected to the sky.
"Creak…Creak…"
Everyone heard a voice, a voice that came from afar, condensed and murderous.
The sun was still high up in the sky, but the snowflakes were slowly swirling in the air.
With countless ice shards, snowflakes covered the sky.
The voice was getting closer and closer, getting stronger and stronger.
Different colors emerged from the vast clouds. From afar, they were densely packed with black spots, which were blurry.
"Die!" Dugu Yifang's wound was still bleeding, but he was the first to rush in front of Sakra.
" Be careful..." Dugu Jian's words dragged on for a long time before they were instantly drowned out by the thunderous roar.
Soon, countless ice blades raged out, bringing with them a strong smell of blood and killing intent.
This ice blade came from the clouds, so fast that Dugu Yifang had no time to react.
"Puff!"
A muffled sound came from Dugu Yifang's chest. Soon, the same sound was heard.
Dugu Yifang stared blankly at his chest, which was pierced by several ice blades. He had never felt such a cold sensation before, and it was flowing wildly through his body.
Every acupuncture point, every vein, and even every drop of his blood was instantly frozen.
The pain quickly disappeared, but Dugu Yifang had no reaction. His eyes were unfocused, and his primordial spirit was destroyed. He fell to the ground quietly.
However, it was not over yet. The ice blade continued to charge forward.
The remaining three had already stopped their attacks. They waved their swords and used layers of sword qi to block the ice blades.
The sword in Dugu Jian's hand had already been raised behind his back as he stretched his body, like a drawn bow.
He looked at Dugu Yifang who was lying on the ground with a complicated expression, then looked at Sakra with a solemn expression.
The ice blades had already ended, and the three figures were all injured, but the severity of the injuries was just a matter of severity.
In comparison, Sakra still stood there quietly like a god.
There was no expression on his face, but his entire body emitted the will of extinction.
That will made people feel the pressure of despair. For a moment, even activating their movement techniques became difficult.
Dugu Jian slowly raised the Unparalleled Sword in his hand. The true energy in his body continuously broke through the obstruction of Sakra's oppression and surged back and forth in his body.
All of a sudden, Dugu Jian turned his head to look at Nameless, and a different kind of brilliance suddenly appeared on his face.
"Wuming, you are known as the Heavenly Sword. Have you ever lived for your sword?”
Wu Ming was stunned for a moment. The Sword Saint who regarded him as his lifelong opponent suddenly seemed to have a flash of life.
Dugu Jian turned his gaze back to Sakra, his eyes shining with determination.
"Right now, I'm going to unleash the last bit of sharpness of my sword and let this thousand-year-old fellow see the power of us juniors.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ming's face changed, and his body emitted a terrifying divine light.
" He really comprehended that sword move." Qin Shuang looked at the Sword Saint's transformation and understood.
The light became brighter and brighter until it was so dazzling that it burst out from Dugu Jian's glabella and dyed the surroundings golden.
Not long after, an illusory figure broke free from the Sword Saint's glabella like duckweed in the wind. It was as if he had escaped from the shackles of his body in an instant.
The illusory figure floated in the void without falling, and its soaring sword will seemed to be able to compete with the sun and moon.
"How could this be!" Xiong Ba looked at the illusion and his expression changed.
In fact, Wu Ming was also shocked. He looked at the shocking change in the world and sighed softly,"I see."
Only Qin Shuang looked at the Sword Saint in a daze and muttered to herself,"This sword can actually turn into a mortal and enter the Dao.”
"This old man is here!"
"Sword 23!"
Accompanied by Dugu Jian's voice, his figure rushed towards Sakra.
Sakra felt a domineering sword intent sweeping in all directions, and even he felt a trace of fear in his heart.
His eyes instantly turned cold, as if a thousand-year-old iceberg had been nurtured.
The dark green gem between his eyebrows flashed with a dim light, as if a force was about to break out of the cocoon.
Dugu Jian's ethereal figure appeared in the sky, as if there was an additional sun in the sky. His figure was extremely terrifying.
The golden light that filled the sky sprinkled down again, accompanied by the domineering sword intent.
Sakra was slightly stunned. Lightning began to interweave around him.
The golden light gave birth to a storm that rumbled and exploded.
"Di Tian Violent Thunder!"
Sakra's offense was similarly unparalleled, and he was determined to fight Dugu Jian.
Everyone felt two waves of unbearable pressure fall on them. Their bones creaked like wood that couldn't bear the weight, and the stone bricks under their feet caved in bit by bit.
Thunder kept exploding around Dugu Jian, as if it wanted to annihilate him into ashes.
However, the dazzling golden light did not lose its momentum. Instead, it emitted an even more dazzling light. It released sword qi that could cut through everything without any regard for its life, burning the world. Within its phantom was Dugu Jian.
That was the sword that had sealed all of his life.
That ball of golden light was clearly another space created by another Sword Saint's true intent and spirit, which he had comprehended all his life. It was an invisible space of sword qi.
Sakra's wild thunder seemed to want to destroy everything, but it was unable to stop Dugu Jian.
At that moment, Dugu Jian, as a Sword Saint, unleashed his most ruthless sword intent. It was like the rotation of time, as long as the merciless passage of time.
Sakra felt that his movements had actually slowed down. That sword intent seemed to be able to freeze time.
He circulated his qi with all his might, and the wild lightning became even more violent. The aura of destruction spread wildly.
However, Dugu Jian's sword finally came out. Although it seemed slow, it was extremely fast.
The golden light exploded in front of Sakra, and the lightning also landed on that ball of golden light.
In an instant that could not be described with words.
Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.
That was because the ball of sunlight had dissipated.
The unimaginable collision was like the human world returning to chaos and everything was destroyed.
"How is it?" Nie Feng resisted the discomfort of the bright light and asked.
Qin Shuang narrowed her eyes and looked at the stone steps. A golden illusion was currently standing opposite Sakra.
Dugu Jian's eyes emitted a cold light. His Peerless Sword landed on Sakra's chest, but it couldn't pierce through.
Even though there was a hole there, the sword intent only injured Sakra.
Dugu Jian's primordial spirit had experienced the violent lightning and had dimmed a little.
"The road to the Yellow Springs is far. I'm sorry I can't see you off."
After a moment of silence, Sakra looked at the wound on his chest and said coldly.
"Come." Dugu Jian looked deeply at Sakra. His complicated expression finally turned into one word.
His primordial spirit was forcefully raised and returned to its previous state.
"Wait, let me do it."
At this moment, Wu Ming's voice rang out, causing Dugu Jian to be startled.
No one noticed that four light swords had appeared out of thin air around Wuming. He took a step forward, as if he had stepped into Wutian's sword realm.
Sakra didn't say anything. He raised his right hand and pointed at Nameless.
Thunderous explosions rang out in an instant. The wind blew and the clouds surged. Thunder kept exploding like thunder and fire.
The second chapter.
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