"Someone who doesn't even have the right to recognize the sword as its master?"
The surrounding Sword Principle experts wore strange expressions when they heard Su Ming's words.
Jian Wushuang was obviously mocking Su Ming. After all, Su Ming had possessed the Heart-killing Sword for thousands of years, but he was unable to make it recognize him as its master.
"How dare you!"
Su Ming's handsome face flashed with a cold light. He stared at Jian Wushuang and said, "It's been a long time since someone dared to talk to me like that. Just because of what you said, you can't leave today."
"Even if I didn't say that, you wouldn't let me go, right?" Jian Wushuang sneered. "Su Ming, there's no need to pretend anymore. If you want the Heart-killing Sword, just do it."
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll fulfill your wish." After saying that, a sword appeared in Su Ming's hand.
The blade of the sword was almost transparent, like a dream. Su Ming held the dreamy longsword, and a terrifying sword essence swept out from his body.
Jian Wushuang's expression was extremely solemn.
Sword Demon Su Ming was different from Marquis Nanyu and Marquis Zizhong. Although Su Ming's Cultivation was only at the Cloud Realm and he was only at the Eight-cloud Realm, as one of the Nine Sovereigns of the Divine Land, Su Ming had entered the Dao.
The Dao, that was a supreme Dao that was above the Origin Source.
Once one stepped through the threshold of Dao, one's strength would undergo a tremendous change.
"Boy, are you ready to die?" Su Ming looked at Jian Wushuang as if he was looking at a dead man.
"Bring it on." Jian Wushuang tightened his grip on the Heart-killing Sword. The Golden Sword Soul Phantom behind him was also emitting a magnificent aura.
Su Ming sneered and casually slashed out with the dreamlike Long Sword in his hand.
It looked like a very casual sword strike, and its speed was very slow.
However, when the sword slashed out, a dazzling and dreamy sword-light appeared between heaven and earth.
The sword light was soul-stirring and mesmerizing.
Seeing the sword light, Jian Wushuang was stunned. In an instant, the scene in front of him changed.
"Shuang 'er, Shuang' er, save me, save me!"
Jian Wushuang heard his father's horrified voice. He looked over and found that his father, who had always been indifferent, was frantically fleeing in panic. Behind him was Marquis Xuefeng, who was grinning hideously and holding a saber in his hand.
"Father!" Jian Wushuang's expression changed.
"No!" Jian Nantian screamed miserably as his body was split in half by Marquis Xuefeng.
Jian Wushuang..... Jian Wushuang soon, he realized it...
"Dreamland, it's Dreamland!"
"Wake up, wake up!"
Jian Wushuang roared in his heart. He gritted his teeth and tried to break free from the Dreamland with the help of the pain.
When he came back to his senses, he saw that Su Ming's soul-stirring slash was less than a meter in front of him. At such a close distance, it was impossible for him to block it with his sword. He could only move to the side.
Su Ming's slash was originally aimed at Jian Wushuang's head. However, as Jian Wushuang moved, the sword light brushed past his ear and hit Jian Wushuang's right shoulder.
Whoosh!
Jian Wushuang's right shoulder was cut open, leaving a huge sword mark. Blood immediately gushed out. Fortunately, Jian Wushuang's body was strong enough. Otherwise, his entire right arm would have been cut off.
After the slash, Jian Wushuang quickly retreated, ignoring the pain in his right arm.
Su Ming, on the other hand, was still standing in the void, slowly withdrawing his Long Sword.
"Good awareness. You were able to break free from my Illusory Sword Principle." Su Ming sneered at Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang's heart was palpitating at the moment.
He had never thought that Su Ming's swordsmanship would contain such a terrifying Dreamland.
"Illusory Sword Principle?" Jian Wushuang heard Su Ming's words and could not help but nod secretly.
No wonder it was a Dao above the Origin. It was indeed terrifying.
If Jian Wushuang's reaction had been half a beat slower, Su Ming's slash would have hit his head. The result would have been …
"My Illusory Sword Principle is quite amazing. Among the many Marquises in the Divine Land, only a few are qualified to take my sword. You should be proud of yourself for being able to take my sword without dying," Su Ming said.
Jian Wushuang's face was solemn. He did not speak, but he had already activated the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill.
"Secret Skill, Soul-Devouring!"
Jian Wushuang had not used the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill since he set foot in the Divine Land.
This Secret Skill was too much of a burden on the body. Jian Wushuang would not use it at all if he did not risk his life. He had been in the Divine Land for a long time, but he had to use it today when he met Su Ming.
As soon as the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill was used, a terrifying devouring power erupted from Jian Wushuang and spread to the surroundings. Jian Wushuang was using the third volume of the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill, which was the highest level of the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill.
Rumble … In an instant, the world shook.
The Void where Jian Wushuang was seemed to have become a huge whirlpool, mercilessly devouring everything in the world. The surrounding vitality from all things in the world rushed toward Jian Wushuang at an astonishing speed.
The ground below also began to dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, the area within a radius of dozens of miles had become a land of death.
This scene horrified the Sword Principle experts who were watching the battle.
"What a terrifying skill!"
"What, what the hell is going on?"
"How can he use the vitality of all things in the world?"
These Sword Principle experts all exclaimed in admiration.
"Hum, it's just a small trick." Su Ming sneered and remained unmoved.
Finally, the devouring power stopped, and Jian Wushuang's aura rose to a new level.
The third volume of the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill improved Jian Wushuang's Spiritual Power and power, which was enough to raise his strength to a new level.
Of course, the burden on his body was also extremely great.
Jian Wushuang's eyes were bloodshot, and then he pointed to the Void in front of him.
"Asura Secret Skill, Bridge of Helplessness!"
Buzz ~ ~ ~ A terrifying power broke out, and a huge blood bridge appeared at the edge of the Blood River. It slowly extended to the end of the Blood River. Jian Wushuang stepped on the blood bridge. A large amount of Blood Qi surged in his body, and a layer of blood-red armor faintly appeared on the surface of his body.
His aura skyrocketed once again.
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