Windcloud World.
Divine Dragon Island.
"Divine Dragon ~"
In the deep sea, Sakra appeared silently, looking at the sleeping Divine Dragon with a complicated gaze.
When he saw the divine dragon, it was as if he saw himself in the past.
He had accumulated more than 1,000 years of power, while the divine dragon's dragon essence had probably exceeded 10,000 years.
Even so, he still dared to slay a dragon.
That was because the divine dragon could not control his immense power at all.
Sakra finally understood why Ying Zheng, Donghuang Taiyi, Beiming Zi and the others always looked down on him.
In the eyes of these people, he was no different from a divine dragon.
"I need two days to return to Great Qin. If I capture the divine dragon now, it will be difficult for me to move around.”
Sakra didn't know if Xiao Sanxiao, Xiao Jingtian, and Xiao Aoshi knew about the existence of the divine dragon. However, if he dared to grab the divine dragon and swagger into the world, these people might not be able to resist attacking him.
Replenishment!
The divine dragon was a great tonic!
Even for the current him, it could greatly increase his strength. Even Xiao Sanxiao and his family might not be able to resist it.
"On the first day, I'll search for something that Mr. Ye might like.”
"On the other day, we'll capture the divine dragon and wait for the time to arrive on the island.”
After Sakra had an idea, his figure left silently again.
Peerless
City.
In a thatched cottage.
A white-haired old man wearing a coarse robe and radiating Sword Qi could not help but smile.
"Sword 22, I've finally perfected Sword 22. Wuming, just you wait.”
"I will defeat you."
This person was the famous Sword Saint of the pugilistic world, Dugu Jian. He was born a sword fanatic. He learned the sword at the age of five, surpassed his master at the age of seven, became famous at the age of nine, and gained enlightenment of the sword at the age of thirteen. He could be called a genius of the sword.
Unfortunately, he encountered an even more extraordinary genius and lost to Nameless.
However, the Sword Saint was now full of confidence.
The more advanced the Holy Spirit Sword Technique was, the more powerful the moves became. Sword 22 was even more powerful.
He believed that even if he couldn't use Sword 22 to defeat Wuming, Wuming probably wouldn't be able to break Sword 22.
"Bang!"
In the next moment, the Sword Saint felt a heavy blow on the back of his head. Then, his vision went black and he completely lost consciousness.
The Sword Saint was speechless.
The moment the Sword Saint fainted, there was only one thought in his mind.
He was ambushed?
He, the Sword Saint, was ambushed?
Moreover, he was successfully ambushed in one move without noticing at all.
Could it be that after he went into seclusion, not only did his strength not become stronger, but it also became weaker?
At the moment of fainting, the Sword Saint was extremely skeptical of life.
So what if he created Sword 22? Wasn't he still ambushed by someone in one move?
What use did he have for this iron rod…iron sword!
"It's better to be careful."
"Although he hasn't perfected Sword 23, he probably doesn't even have a year left to live.”
"Since Mr. Ye said that Sword Saint can create Sword 23, with his current lifespan, he might create Sword 23 at any time.”
Sakra looked at the unconscious Sword Saint and whispered.
Although he felt that even Sword Saint wouldn't be able to kill him with Sword 23, he still needed to ensure that he was at his peak condition.
That was because he still needed to catch the divine dragon to cook for Mr. Ye.
Sakra had already gathered the other three divine stones and was prepared to capture some experts to increase the strength of the mystic realm army.
The Sword Saint that Ye Hao mentioned before became Sakra's first target.
China
Restaurant.
A middle-aged man with curly hair and a melancholic expression was playing an erhu.
He was once a martial arts legend, Wu Ming.
When Wu Ming was young, he defeated the top ten sect leaders of the martial arts world and Sword Saint Dugu, the number one swordsman at that time. After that, his swordsmanship reached the Heavenly Sword Realm.
However, due to the death of his beloved wife, his will was depressed and he faked his death and retired.
"Xiong Ba can be said to be an ambitious and ruthless person. I wonder if it's a blessing or a curse for him to unify the martial arts world?”
Wu Ming played the erhu while thinking about the situation in the world.
Although he had already lived in seclusion, he still cared about the safety of the world.
"Sword Saint should have created Sword 22. It seems that Chen 'er needs to make a trip and break Sword 22. Otherwise, Sword Saint won't let it go.”
Wu Ming's expression was as calm as an ancient well.
Even when facing a Sword Saint, a genius in the Way of the Sword, he had no intention of attacking.
This was because he had already reached the realm of the Heavenly Sword. Unless the Sword Saint comprehended Sword 23, he was far from being his opponent.
"Bang!"
In the next moment, Wu Ming also felt a heavy blow to the back of his head. Then, his vision went black and he lost consciousness.
Nameless was speechless.
Wu Ming's entire body fell to the ground, and the erhu fell to the ground.
Who was it?
Who was it?
"
Who did it?"
After an unknown period of time, Wu Ming suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were extremely vigilant as he hurriedly circulated his internal strength. Unfortunately, he discovered that his internal strength and primordial spirit were completely sealed.
"Wuming, are you awake?"
At this moment, Wu Ming heard a familiar voice.
Sword Saint!
Could it be that the Sword Saint had ambushed him?
Even if the Sword Saint had comprehended Sword 23 and could defeat him, it was impossible to sneak an attack on him.
"I…You…"
However, Wu Ming quickly understood his situation. He and the Sword Saint were being carried in each hand.
Wu Ming and the Sword Saint looked at each other. They saw deep shock and horror in each other's eyes.
There was actually such a terrifying person in the world.
"Who exactly are you?"
A furious voice instantly attracted the attention of the two.
"Xiong Ba ~"
Wu Ming recognized the owner of the voice.
This mysterious person who had ambushed him and the Sword Saint had actually come to the World Association.
Why didn't the mysterious person ambush him this time?
"30% Origin Energy…"
Xiong Ba, who was wearing a black robe, had long black hair, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He looked at the figure who suddenly appeared in his room and attacked without hesitation.
"Bang!"
However, before he could use his move, he was kicked over.
"Xiong Ba, see if I'm strong or not?”
"I carried Nameless in my left hand and the Sword Saint in my right hand. I kicked the overlord of the martial arts world.”
"Do you think I'm strong?"
"I'm clearly very strong!"
"I'm too strong!"
Sakra looked intoxicated.
After returning to the Windcloud World, he finally felt invincible again.
Nameless and Sword Saint were speechless.
Xiong Ba was speechless.
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