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"Assault Attack Sword Style!"

"Sword Defense Attack and Defensive Blade!"

Fan Wuji was currently wielding two swords in his hands, attacking and defending with the sword, and his attacks were flawless. One hand was wielding an offensive sword technique, while the other was in a defensive stance.

Faced with this vast, awe-inspiring flood of Dao-soldiers. Fan Wuji did not retreat, but instead advanced with both swords in his hands. As if going against the current, he tore a hole through the Dao-Soldiers.

Not long after, dozens of Dao weapons died under Fan Wuji's sword. However, Dao-Soldiers were formed from Immortal energy, and were not real life forms at all. There was nothing weak or fatal about him, and he kept charging forward without fear of death.

It can be said that a Dao weapon is even more difficult to deal with than a human cultivator or demonic beast of the same level." After all, anyone who faced an opponent without any weakness or fear of death would have a headache.

"Cyclic Aurora Sword Technique!"

"Nine Peaks of Pinnacle Sword Technique!"

Fan Wuji suddenly changed the direction of his sword. His left hand was a sword-art that contained true intent of speed, while his right hand contained a sword-art that contained true intent of strength. Speed and strength were complementary attributes to each other. Now that they were combined together, they had the ability to transform into a miraculous power.

One Dao-soldier after another fell to the ground.

Fan Wuji was like a battle weapon, relentlessly killing and killing. Every strike seemed to have a Dao weapon falling. However, the number of Dao-Soldiers was simply too great. The true energy and the true meaning in his body were rapidly being consumed.

A day's time quietly passed.

Fan Wuji stood where he was, constantly swinging his two swords at high speeds. During this day, he had become numb to his slaughter.

"Four hundred and fifty-seventh. Half the time had passed. But I haven't killed five hundred Dao-Soldiers yet. If this continues … it will be impossible to kill a thousand Dao-Soldiers within the allotted time. " Fan Wuji waved his sword, and after taking a deep breath, he whispered.

"Damn it. Compared to Dao-Soldiers, I would rather face a human or a monstrous beast expert. " Fan Wuji cursed, and continued to brandish the two swords in his hands.

But at this moment, the Celestial Mirror of the Heavens in his arms began to involuntarily tremble. Afterwards, the Celestial Mirror itself flew out from his arms. The Celestial Mirror circled around and a line of words appeared in midair.

The words on the mirror were: "Take out that black sword. He used his spirit and the true intent of the sword to communicate with him. He will pass on his legacy and point you in the direction of a way to survive. "

"A way out?" Fan Wuji couldn't help but ask back. He was overjoyed. After all, if he wasn't able to kill these thousand Dao-Soldiers within the allotted time, then he would be dead. After all, when the time came, that man's immortal soul would kill him. He was being conceited, and he knew that he was completely unable to resist the immortal energy.

When Fan Wuji heard this, his left hand continued to wield the longsword at high speed, displaying his defensive sword techniques, defending against the attacks of the Dao soldiers.

At the same time, he took out a pitch-black sword from his storage ring. He held the sword in his hand, and suddenly felt a connection between their blood vessels. It was as if this wasn't a sword, but his blood kin.

Then there was a roar in his head. Then, a sword appeared in his mind. The shape of the longsword was exactly the same as the sword in his hand. The only difference was that the sword in his hand was pitch-black, while the sword in his mind was multicolored.

In his mind, there was a seven-colored long sword with two ancient words engraved on it: Wentian. Soon after, within the images in his mind, there were nine mighty and extraordinary men that had the aura of swallowing the heavens and the earth.

One of the men had a temperament similar to a Heaven Severing Earth Shattering Sword. Standing there, he seemed to have the resonance with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and also with the Unparalleled Sword Truth. As for that multicolored longsword, it was in the man's hand.

As for the other eight men, they each held a divine artifact in their hands. The leader held a blood-red saber in his hand. As for that blood-red saber, Fan Wuji remembered clearly that it was the Divine Weapon, Empyrean God Slaying Blade, that Bai Yan'er had used that day.

The man with the seven-colored sword started to fight the other eight people. Then, Fan Wuji felt the sky darken and the earth turn dark, and he felt dizzy and dizzy.

This was because a battle of that level was simply too terrifying. Even if it was only the video of the battle, it was still not something he could watch. Just when he felt dizzy, he only heard the man holding the rainbow-colored longsword say in a sorrowful voice, "Wentian, my old fellow. Today, my Sword Emperor is going to die in battle here. Are you willing to accompany me in my final expedition to the Nine Heavens? "

Soon after, the rainbow-colored longsword let out a sword hum. Following which the trillions of swords in the sky resonated. The Sword Emperor, who wielded a rainbow-colored longsword, immediately brandished his sword and sent ten thousand swords into the sect.

Billions of swords gathered together to form a single sword torrent. These swords were like an endless river, drowning the other eight men.

In the end, the eight men each took out their divine weapons, using them to block this move of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. However, even with that being the case, the eight men were still either dead or injured.

In the end, the Sword Emperor threw the rainbow-colored longsword down for nine days. At the same time, the other divine artifacts all fell to the ground. As for the man wielding the Sky Breaking Blade, he unleashed a single slash to kill the Sword Emperor.

Fan Wuji was stunned. He said, "This Unparalleled War, is truly terrifying. Just what kind of figure was the Sword Emperor? Although he had lost one against eight, it was still a glorious defeat. He must be the rumored existence that stands at the pinnacle of cultivation. "0

While Fan Wuji was still in shock, tens of thousands of colorful characters appeared in his mind. And Fan Wuji actually recognized these runes. It was a language his father had taught him since he could remember.

He observed the characters in his mind and read, "I am the Sword Emperor, the leader of the Nine Emperors. I hold the Heaven Seeking Divine Sword in my hands, able to suppress the nine heavens and the ten earth. In the entire wastelands and the lands of the world, no one is my match. "

"However, I am unwilling. I am only a Sword Emperor." I want to become a Heavenly Emperor, an Emperor of the heavens. As long as I become a Celestial Emperor, I will be the true master of the Endless World. But the other eight emperors are unwilling to accept my name, Celestial Emperor. That's why I fought against the Eight Emperors above the Ninth Heaven. In the end, I was defeated. But my Dao of the Sword cannot become a peerless song. Thus, I threw the Heaven Seeking Sword Art and the Heaven Seeking Divine Sword into the nine heavens. I hope that the Heaven Seeking Sword can find a new master, and can find someone who can inherit the Heaven Seeking Sword Art. "

"And my Heaven Seeking Sword Art only has one move, which is the Myriad Sword Sect. I'll just do it once. If you are able to execute the Myriad Swords Return to Sect, you will be the new owner of the Heaven Seeking Sword. "

Soon after, the rainbow-colored runes in Fan Wuji's mind merged together to form a rainbow-colored little person. As for the tiny, seven-colored person, he was waving a sword and demonstrating a sword move.

"Heaven Seeking Sword Art, a sword technique with only one move? Was this the Sword Emperor's final killing move from before? " Fan Wuji muttered to himself as he looked at the little man.

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