In the past few decades, the Headmaster had never fought. He was gradually forgotten by the people. Even the people in the cultivation world would occasionally forget about his existence.
In the legends that only a few people knew, the Headmaster's weapon was a stick. Ning Que had painfully confirmed that the Headmaster's weapon was indeed a stick.
The Headmaster did not use a sword. Since he wanted to let the Divine General of Light in the sky see the sword of the human world, he could only borrow a sword. He reached out to the south and a sword flew towards him.
The ancient sword came from the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom.
The Sage of Sword, Liu Bai, sat cross-legged by the lake. He looked at the dried water in front of him and thought of the ancient sword that flew out of the lake. He was silent and had a complicated expression on his face.
Liu Bai was very weak and tired. He had meditated by the lake for many years to cultivate a real sword. That sword contained all of his sword style and spirit.
In other words, that sword was himself. That was why it was the strongest sword in the world. Now that the ancient sword left the lake, his sword style and spirit left with it. Naturally, he was weak.
However, there was no anger on Liu Bai's face. Instead, he looked confused.
He was the most powerful person in the world. His swordsmanship was unparalleled, but someone could take his sword from thousands of miles away. He did not even have the right to object, let alone stop it.
After a while, Liu Bai's confused expression turned into slight excitement.
He had already sensed whose hands the sword had fallen into.
He felt honored and proud just like the sword.
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The ancient sword came from thousands of miles away and landed in the hands of the Headmaster.
The Headmaster's feet left the ground of the Wilderness and floated up into the sky.
His black robe whistled in the wind and reflected the light in the sky. It turned the holy and hot Haotian Divine Light into countless pieces of gold.
Ning Que held Sangsang in his arms and looked at the sky. His face was full of shock.
The Headmaster finally made his move. He danced in the sky.
In his opinion, this battle was destined to be recorded in history and even become a legend. It was bound to be magical and dangerous. It might even last for three days and three nights or even years.
He only hoped that the Headmaster could win and be safe.
What he didn't expect was that this battle was completely different from what he had imagined.
It started quickly and ended quickly as well. It was very simple.
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The Headmaster's black robe fluttered in the wind. He was already above the blue sky. He looked at the light and darkness in the sky and casually waved the ancient human sword in his hand.
A sword mark suddenly appeared between the extremely brilliant light and the gradually declining veil of night. The sword mark was extremely deep to the point it seemed as if it wanted to pierce through the sky, and it was like a deep trench that separated light and darkness.
The Headmaster's First Sword, Heaven Cleaving.
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The Divine General of Light stood on the golden chariot, his face emotionless. The light sword in his hand, which was more than ten miles long, slashed at the ground of the Wilderness. The blade, which was dozens of feet wide, pressed down on the Headmaster's body like a mountain.
Compared to the Giant Golden Dragon, the Golden Chariot, and the Divine Warrior of Light in the sky, the Headmaster, who was especially tall among mortals, looked like a speck of dust floating in the air.
Compared to the terrifyingly huge sword of light, the human sword in his hand was like a tiny hair.
The Headmaster raised the sword of the world in his hand and faced the light sword.
When the sword of the world and the light sword touched, it was like a tiny hair that lightly brushed on Tianqi Mountain.
The tiny hair was unscathed, but the mountain collapsed.
The light sword suddenly shattered like an avalanche, scattering in all directions of the wasteland.
The sword style in the Headmaster's hand did not stop, as if it would never stop. It pierced through the hundreds of thousands of light sword fragments and attacked the golden chariot, landing on the face of the Divine General of Light.
There was an extremely tiny sword mark on the Divine General of Light's perfect face, so it was no longer perfect. The emotionless and emotionless face became somewhat comical because it was no longer perfect.
Crack, crack, crack, crack. A series of extremely subtle sounds rang out. There were hundreds of thousands of cracks on the face of the Divine General of Light. Those cracks spread to his majestic body, and the armor that was formed by Haotian's Divine Light also began to crack.
The Divine General of Light was like an ice sculpture, instantly shattering into countless transparent crystals. They rustled and fell to the ground of the Wilderness. It was like a hail, but the sound was more like a rainstorm hitting the eaves.
Those fine transparent crystals still contained the terrifying Divine Light and Divine Power, but they could no longer combine into one and pose any threat to the Headmaster who was holding the sword of the world.
The fragments of the Divine General of Light and the light sword continuously fell on the ground of the Wilderness, like a dense meteorite rain. They fell with fiery tails, splashing smoke and igniting countless blazing flames.
On the Wilderness, countless people rolled in pain in the Divine Light and then died, turning into green smoke and nothingness.
The Divine General of Light, who was looking down on the world indifferently a moment ago, also turned into green smoke and died.
The Headmaster's Second Stroke, God Slaying.
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The Headmaster flew against the wind and went straight to the place where the light was the brightest. He stood on the head of the Giant Golden Dragon.
The Giant Golden Dragon roared angrily and swung its tail. The clouds scattered and thunder roared.
The Headmaster still stood on its head, his black cloak fluttering in the strong wind.
The Giant Golden Dragon turned back to bite, and the Headmaster's sword fell.
It was unknown whether the Headmaster had become extremely tall or the Giant Golden Dragon had shrunk under his feet. The sword of the world in his hand pierced the Giant Golden Dragon's neck and went extremely deep.
The Giant Golden Dragon screamed and struggled with all its might.
The Headmaster's sword moved around the dragon's neck, and pieces of dragon scales fell off.
The Giant Golden Dragon was in more pain and struggled more intensely. It flew and rolled in the sky at high speed. Clouds and lightning formed around its body, but it could not get rid of the sword of the world no matter what.
Countless dragon scales fell off. They floated in the sky above the Wilderness like countless mirrors of light. They fell to the ground and reflected the light in the sky, turning the whole world into a river that could not calm down under the twilight.
Every time a dragon scale fell, a ball of heavenly fire would ignite in the Wilderness.
Countless people screamed and rolled in the heavenly fire. Then, the clouds died and turned into green smoke.
The sword of the world circled the dragon's neck.
The Giant Golden Dragon's head and body separated. The huge dragon head and the dragon body that had been winding in the sky suddenly froze and floated in the air. Then, like a golden river of sand, it fell to the world.
The Headmaster's Third Stroke, Dragon Slaying.
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The Headmaster waved his sleeves and his black cloak rose with the wind.
His left sleeve waved the Giant Golden Dragon's body into the night in the north. The disintegrating golden sand danced wildly in the night and then exploded continuously.
Every grain of golden sand contained the purest and most terrifying Haotian Divine Light. Now that it was completely burned, it produced an unknown amount of light and heat. The night in the north was suddenly purified.
His right sleeve compressed the Giant Golden Dragon's head into a ball of pure light. He pressed his palm into the top of Sangsang's head. The remaining cold aura in Sangsang's body suddenly disappeared like ice and snow meeting the sun.
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Deep in the South Sea, the seawater in front of the black reef kept rolling because of the burning magma. It spewed white steam into the sky. It looked very uneasy, just like the Taoist in indigo.
He looked at the north of this flat world, at the incessant flashes of lightning and the incessant rumbling of thunder. After a long period of silence, he sighed and shook his head.
Deep in the West Wilderness, the chanting in the clouds was slightly chaotic because of the strange phenomenon. The yellow temples that were used to being quiet did not seem to know what to express. It was just like the Chief Preaching Monk's mood at the moment.
He looked at the lightning above the Eastern Wilderness. His tired face looked even more tired. He kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. The lightning gradually stopped, but the sweat on his forehead increased.
The Green Mountain behind the Zhishou Abbey was silent. It was full of silence and despair. An old and shrill voice cried, "We still can't kill him. What can we do?"
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The Divine Guard of Light and the Giant Golden Dragon's scales fell from the sky and turned into Haotian Divine Fire. It engulfed the humans on the ground of the Wilderness and burned many people to death in a very short time.
Before a battle of this level, all the powers in the world could only watch from the sidelines. But today, no one was qualified to watch. They could only be affected and die regardless of who they were.
Whether it was the Desolate or the people from the Central Plains, the West-Hill Divine Palace or the Devil's Doctrine, as long as they were touched by the Heavenly Fire, they would instantly turn into charred corpses and be purified into smoke.
The Headmaster landed on the ground of the Wilderness. He waved his hand and clouds gathered. His sleeves moved and the wind blew. He looked and it rained. In an instant, the rain fell on the Wilderness, extinguishing the Heavenly Fire and collecting the smoke.
The rain and wind stopped. The sky that had been divided by light and darkness returned to normal, revealing a blue sky. White clouds floated in the blue sky and cloud-like flocks of sheep appeared in the distance.
"The Sunset Sands will open in reverse tomorrow? It's still not right. "
The Headmaster looked at the blue sky and white clouds and shook his head. He casually threw the sword in his hand to the south. Then he put his hands behind his back and led Ning Que and Sangsang to the black horse carriage.
The dazzling light disappeared, and so did the cold night. Hundreds of thousands of people in the Wilderness gradually woke up. They saw the tall figure and the black horse carriage that was gradually getting farther away.
They vaguely guessed what had happened, but they dared not believe it. Because even the most secret scriptures and the most blasphemous dark history books had never recorded such a thing.
The war between the Divine Kingdom and the human world ended with the human world winning.
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The ancient sword of the human world flew back to the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom. It fell from the cave in the mountain and quietly inserted into the bottom of the dry pond. After a while, the water in the pond appeared out of nowhere and drowned the sword.
Liu Bai looked at the pond in front of him and knew that he could never use this sword again, even if he had forged it himself and refined it with his spirit for many years.
One who had seen the sea could not be water. This sword had been used by the Headmaster and fought against the will of Haotian. How would it be willing to be used by a layman and fight in the human world?
There was no disappointment on Liu Bai's face, only calmness and respect. He tidied his clothes and washed his face with the pond water. Then he bowed to the northern Wilderness.
He was the most powerful man in the world, the proud Sage of Sword Liu Bai. He had never respected or feared anyone.
He only bowed to the Headmaster.
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The Headmaster of the Tang Academy was a legendary name.
Even though this name was gradually forgotten by the world and many cultivators, it was still the most powerful name in the human world in the eyes of the truly powerful cultivators.
Many people were guessing how tall the Headmaster was.
The Abbey Dean of the Zhishou Abbey and the Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple had once been defeated by the Headmaster. They once thought that they could roughly calculate how tall the Headmaster was, but then they realized that they were wrong.
Liu Bai guessed that the Headmaster of the Academy was in the legendary state of tranquility and inaction because he had not been involved in worldly affairs for many years. However, he was shocked to find that he was wrong.
At the top of Helan City.
Master Huang Yang looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance and said with emotion, "In the spring of the 13th year of the Tianqi era, the Academy reopened. His Majesty presided over the opening ceremony in the Academy while the Nation Master and I played chess in the Separation Pavilion by the road. I once asked him how high the Headmaster of the Academy was."
The Emperor asked, "How did Qingshan answer?"
"The Master of Nation once said that the Headmaster was as tall as a few floors. At that time, I said that the second floor was already very high, and the Headmaster of the Academy actually had several floors. That was really high … But now it seems that we were wrong. "
"How high is the Headmaster?"
Master Huang Yang sincerely praised, "So the Headmaster is as high as the sky."
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