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On the Fifth Divine Thunder Platform, Cheng Sheng-nan was still looking at the purple-robed young man. She thought of the past and felt an indescribable sadness in her heart.
She didn't know if everything she had chosen was worth it.
Was it fate, or was she not determined enough?
Or was it her identity as a royal family that pushed her to where she was today?
Was everything she had done right?
At this moment, no one could answer her heart.
Cheng Sheng-nan suddenly remembered what her sister Cheng Yan said to her on the eve of the engagement.
But she knew that the past was getting further and further away …
"Hmph!"
Below the Lightning Attracting Platform, Ouyang Shuang looked up and let out a soft snort. Her beautiful face quietly looked much better.
"Chi!"
Du Shaofu landed on the Third Divine Thunder Platform. His purple robe fluttered slightly.
On the Third Divine Thunder Platform, there was a young man with a lifelike sword-shaped pattern embroidered on his shoulder.
This young man exuded a cold aura. His skin was white and his black eyes were as cold as ice. It was as if he could see through reincarnation.
"Intelligent Sword Sect."
Du Shaofu looked at the sword-shaped pattern on the young man's shoulder. It wasn't hard to guess that this young man came from the Intelligent Sword Sect. The side of his face was as sharp as a knife, giving people a feeling of sharpness. It was like an unsheathed sword.
"Very strong!"
Du Shaofu's eyes flickered as he observed the faintly discernible aura of the young man. It was unfathomable and extremely dangerous.
This invisible feeling made Du Shaofu feel that the young man in front of him was much scarier than Cheng Sheng-nan and Jiang Ruolin.
At this moment, Du Shaofu felt that he was about to face a real battle!
"I don't care if you are Qiao Feng or Du Shaofu. Are you the disciple of the Revered Weapon Master?"
Wu Ming spoke. His voice was as cold and indifferent as his breath, like a sharp blade. His figure under the long robe was slender, with three sheathed long swords of gold, white, and yellow on his back, spreading out like a fan.
"Whether I am Qiao Feng or Du Shaofu, I am still the disciple of my master, the Venerable Equipment Master!"
Du Shaofu raised his head. His eyes were resolute and there was a golden light fluctuation.
Du Shaofu had learned from the Ninefold Spirit that Wu Ming from the Intelligent Sword Sect was looking for him. He probably didn't come with good intentions.
As for John Doe's background, Du Shaofu also knew something from Dongli Diao and Lin Weiqi. This person was the number one among the younger generation of the Huijian Sect. He was obsessed with swordsmanship and was an absolute sword maniac. His cultivation was unfathomable.
In terms of Sword Dao, Wu Ming had long surpassed his peers. Even many elders of the Huijian Sect were ashamed of their inferiority.
"That's good. I didn't find the wrong person."
Wu Ming raised his head slightly and looked at Du Shaofu. He said softly, "Your master, the Venerable Equipment Master, owed a debt. It's been 1,400 years. It's only right for the disciple to repay his master's debt!"
As his voice fell, Wu Ming waved his hand. Like a sharp blade being unsheathed, a dazzling talisman suddenly burst out from his hand. Then, a dazzling illusory energy sword appeared in his hand. It was as if it was made by heaven, with runes flashing.
"Buzz!"
The energy sword in his hand was like a real thing. It buzzed like the wind and thunder. The sound of the sword pierced through gold and jade, causing pain in people's eardrums.
"Condensing Qi into a sword."
Du Shaofu raised his eyes. It wasn't too difficult to condense a sword with Qi. People with low cultivation could do it.
However, it was definitely difficult to see someone who could condense a sword with Qi to Wu Ming's level.
As the energy longsword trembled, the spatial ripples around it shook slightly.
"It's only right for the disciple to repay his master's debt. No matter what debt my master left behind, I'll take it."
Du Shaofu didn't ask further. Wu Ming, the number one of the younger generation in the Huijian Sect, would definitely not speak carelessly.
No matter what debt his master left behind, he would take it.
"You're quite responsible."
Wu Ming looked at Du Shaofu. His indifferent temperament was like the energy sword in his hand. He said, "I started learning the sword when I was three. It's been 22 years since then. From the first day I started learning the sword, my master told me that if I ever met the disciples and descendants of the Venerable Equipment Master, Xiahou Fenglei, I had to defeat them one by one. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to learn the sword."
At this moment, Wu Ming was still calm. His Way of the Sword had already reached the point where it belonged to his heart.
He had been waiting for this day. He had waited for 22 years.
As for the reason behind his master's departure, he never asked. There was no need to.
Du Shaofu smiled helplessly. He didn't know who his master had offended in the Huijian Sect. He had left behind a debt for no reason.
But it was fine. He needed to fight now anyway.
"Way of the Sword …"
The profound energy on Du Shaofu's body trembled slightly as he gazed at the energy sword image condensed in Nameless's hand. An invisible aura was revealed, and an oppressive force spread out in the surroundings. A sword condensed from profound energy appeared in his hand.
"Boom!"
The energy sword in front of Du Shaofu was exactly the same as the Heavenly Palace of Purple Gold. Suddenly, an aura that was definitely not weaker than Wu Ming's swept through the air.
Faintly, the space around them froze. The two auras clashed with each other for no reason.
The two of them hadn't made a move yet, but the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
They hadn't made a move yet, but their auras were already clashing.
The confrontation only lasted for a moment before the two auras were annihilated in the air at the same time.
"You don't have to choose the Way of the Sword. You're no match for me in the Way of the Sword!"
Wu Ming looked at Du Shaofu and said softly. He had absolute confidence in the Way of the Sword.
"Is that so?"
Du Shaofu smiled slightly. However, at the same time, the aura on his body suddenly became domineering and fierce. His purple robe fluttered in the wind, bringing with it a sharp and domineering aura. The Xuan Qi on his body swept out like a storm.
"Swish …"
In the next moment, the energy sword in Du Shaofu's hand shook, and a golden sword image instantly shot out.
Every sword radiance carried a terrifying aura as it drew in the surrounding space. Faintly, electric arcs began to gather in the air.
"Flower Splitting Willow, this is the Flower Splitting Willow from the Bright Saint Sword Manual."
On the Sixth Peak of the Divine Thunder Mountain Range, Elder Hu Sankun also became a little nervous at this moment. He said with anticipation, "In the Way of the Sword, those guys from the Huijian Sect do have some skill in using the sword. I heard that Wu Ming is a genius in the Way of the Sword. Shaofu is playing to his strengths."
"Nonsense, those guys from the Huijian Sect have some skill in using the sword. Do you think our Ancient Sky Sect's Bright Saint Sword Manual is weak? If Shaofu defeats Wu Ming in the Way of the Sword, let's see if those old guys from the Huijian Sect will still dare to draw their swords when they see me in the future."
Elder Gu Qingyang rushed, looking forward to his precious disciple being able to stand up for him.
Beside him, Elder Qian Mingze, Elder Hu Sankun, and the others rolled their eyes at Elder Gu Qingyang. They naturally knew that an old sword maniac from the Huijian Sect had defeated Elder Gu Qingyang nine times in a row in the Way of the Sword. Each time, Elder Gu Qingyang's face was covered in dirt.
This was regarded as Elder Gu Qingyang's biggest embarrassment in history. However, there were not many people in the Ancient Sky Sect who knew about this matter.
Moreover, those who knew did not dare to spread it. If they provoked Elder Gu Qingyang, it would not be a joke.
On the Divine Thunder Platform, as Du Shaofu drew his sword, Wu Ming's eyes moved. It was as if every slight movement and expression of Du Shaofu, as well as every trace of profound energy fluctuation, was being spied on.
"Buzz!"
Wu Ming drew his sword. The energy phantom sword stabbed out. It was a simple sword, but it was swift and fierce. It was unparalleled in its ferocity. It directly broke Du Shaofu's "Flower Splitting Willow".
Du Shaofu was surprised. With a simple sword, he already knew how terrifying Wu Ming was.
Immediately, the energy phantom sword in his hand changed. Du Shaofu's sword tip pointed at the void three times in a row, erupting with gorgeous runes.
This was the "Yang Pass Three Stacks" from the Bright Saint Sword Manual. It blocked Wu Ming's path at the top, middle, and bottom.
Wu Ming was still indifferent. The phantom sword in his hand changed continuously. He drew his sword again and pointed it three times, once again breaking Du Shaofu's "Yang Pass Three Stacks".
"Swish swish …"
Immediately, the two's sword rays intertwined. Wind and thunder roared. The sword rays seemed to be very simple sword moves, but they contained the Great Dao. They were continuous, and the sword rays came one after another.
The two exchanged blows. There was not much noise, only the sound of wind and thunder reverberating in the void.
Streaks of sword light streaked across the air in mysterious arcs, leaving behind traces of vacuum in the air.
"Whoosh!"
The sword rays shone brightly, and the mysterious runes on the talisman shone brightly. They almost drowned the void, and the clanging sounds were endless.
The more Du Shaofu fought, the more shocked he became. In terms of the Sword Principle, Wu Ming was too strong. He was unbelievably strong. The sword rays that swept over were almost impossible to break.
From the beginning to the end, Wu Ming had a faint and indifferent temperament, as if he did not have any human emotions.
"In terms of the Sword Principle, no one in the same generation can be Senior Brother Wu Ming's opponent!"
Below the lightning platform, the young talents of the Huijian Sect had absolute confidence at this moment.
Since he was young, Wu Ming only had the sword in his life. The sword was everything.
In the Huijian Sect, Wu Ming had never been defeated. In terms of the Sword Principle, many elders and experts of the Huijian Sect admitted defeat.
In the entire Central Plains, there were many famous swordsmen. Before the age of 18, Wu Ming had visited them one by one. There was only one result … He had never been defeated!
At this moment, all eyes fell on the sword shadows of the two people on the Divine Thunder Platform.
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