Void sword essence!
And he was so powerful!
Since he had come, then don't think about leaving!
Sword essence!
Just as he finished speaking, the space around him and the Kun Lun sword xiu turned into a patch of nothingness, an endless void.
Did he really have to send a marshal?
Among the dense crowd, one person was clear.
This person was a sword xiu, and a Kun Lun sword xiu!
The Kun Lun sword xiu looked wryly at Wei Sheng. In the intelligence reports, Wei Sheng's personality was as strong as steel, extremely stubborn, but he valued friendship. This was his greatest weakness!
These threads of blood were the blood of the totem warriors of the various races that it had drunk on tens of thousands of years ago!
"Master and Shishu above, Void Sword Blood Domain below, disciple Wei Sheng offers Kun Lun blood!"
Wei Sheng stood up. The black sword seemed to be attracted and flew into his hand.
At this time, he heard Wei Sheng's clear shout spread through the entire field.
At this time, he successfully broke through to yuanying!
His void sword essence had surpassed any of the elders of Wu Kong Sword Sect, and reached an unprecedented height. The sixth-grade sword scripture was transforming in his hands.
His figure was average, and his appearance was not outstanding. He looked no different from normal mo. If he was placed in a crowd, he would quickly disappear.
The mo below the stage were shocked. It was the first time they saw Wei Sheng move before a battle. In previous battles, before his opponent arrived, Wei Sheng would be like a rock, closing his eyes and sitting motionlessly on the ground.
Even the God-Killing Blood Sword could not be so powerful!
"It is a pity that you did not get to see them again. Even your fellow disciples have fallen into the hands of the mo and become their prisoners. Wu Kong Sword Sect has existed for hundreds of years. It is a pity that it has been destroyed. "
The little black sword was connected to Wei Sheng's mind. It seemed to sense something and shook urgently.
Wei Sheng was not affected by this. These factors were never in his range of attention. Just like usual, he stood on the stage and silently waited for his opponent to arrive.
Everything in the surroundings appeared in Wei Sheng's mind.
The blood on the sword seemed to have a unique presence.
Vast, deep, and boundless!
Towards Wei Sheng, the mo really did not have too much ill will. He was a man of few words, firm as steel, without the slightest pretense. His style was simple and simple, without the slightest bit of arrogance or extravagance. He had an extraordinary dedication to the pursuit of power, and his devotion to the sword was moving. Moreover, he was a straightforward and upright person. Although he had defeated twenty experts in a row, few people had died under his sword.
In this moment, the Kun Lun sword xiu felt that Wei Sheng and the surrounding crimson void had merged into one.
Kun Lun would not rest. He knew this a long time ago.
The Kun Lun sword xiu finally regained consciousness but his face quickly paled. He had been completely suppressed by Wei Sheng!
If Zuo Mo was here, he would find that this presence was the presence of shen power! An incomparably pure divine power aura!
It had only taken him a few months to go from initiating a challenge to being challenged by others to this day.
The Kun Lun sword xiu had wanted to use this to make Wei Sheng's mind reveal an opening, but he had never thought that it would become a turning point for Wei Sheng's breakthrough.
As Wei Sheng walked on the street, the people around him looked at him with awe. Wei Sheng was famed throughout the mo territories. Up until now, he had not suffered a single defeat.
In the blink of an eye, the black void was dyed dark red.
Wei Sheng's body shook.
He sat cross-legged, the black sword floating next to him.
"I am very curious, how did you discover me?"
There was a faint smile on the Kun Lun sword xiu's face as he slowly walked as though he was taking a stroll.
The attention that this battle received far surpassed Wei Sheng's match.
For thousands of years, the name Kun Lun had brought endless pain to the mo.
Until today, when he suddenly heard the grievous news of the sect leader and the shishu, the grief and anger he felt caused the black sword in his hand to resonate. The surging killing essence of the black sword instantly broke through the barrier inside his body.
He murmured to himself, his expression ashen.
Even the mo would find it hard to feel disgust towards such a person. Many mo sighed inside. How good it would be if such a person was a mo.
"My sword recognizes you."
If Xiao Mo Ge won, his reputation would explode and he would become the top battle general of the new generation in the mo territories. The decline of Xuan Kong Temple could not be stopped.
However, even more people felt that these words were meaningless. Which marshal didn't wield great authority? They were busy expanding and fighting. Who had the time to compete with a sword xiu?
The black sword in Wei Sheng's hand suddenly pointed at the Kun Lun sword xiu hidden in the crowd.
As expected … … he had a breakthrough!
More than twenty experts had fallen under his sword.
"God-Killing Blood Sword, so this is your name."
A transparent little sword as thin as a cicada's wing had appeared in his hand at some unknown time.
At this time, Wei Sheng raised his head.
A terrifying thought flashed through his mind.
Deep sorrow rose in his steely eyes. The knuckles of his hand that gripped the black sword were white and trembling slightly.
This person was spying on him!
A wave of Void sword essence so faint it was almost imperceptible rippled in all directions.
Kun Lun sword xiu!
Like the howl of an ancient wasteland beast, the vicious and vicious presence filled the sky. A thick tang of blood seeped out of the sword and merged into the surrounding black void.
He did not know who his opponent today was. He had never gathered information on any of his opponents. This information was of no meaning to him. He was here to sharpen his sword essence, and not to win. Just winning was of no value to him.
His mind was like a void. A little black sword floated in the void. If one looked closely, they would find that it was a smaller version of the black sword. But unlike the black sword's savagery and bloodthirst, this little black sword had an authoritative presence.
The presence of Wei Sheng in front of him suddenly changed.
Only the bloody void around him allowed people to know that the scene just now had not been an illusion.
Yuanying!
His eyes held imperceptible enmity, but what caused the little black sword to react like this was the faint presence of the Kun Lun sword on his body. It could not be detected with the naked eye, but in the void of the sword, this presence was so eye-catching.
After defeating twenty general level experts in a row, many people speculated that he no longer had a match under marshal level.
The crimson void around him was like an enormous pincer that pressed down on him.
In the eyes of the proud mo, Wei Sheng had almost all the virtues that the mo respected.
His long accumulation, his comprehension at the border of life and death caused his breakthrough to occur naturally.
"God-Killing Blood Sword … … how is it possible … …"
An ancient and desolate aura with deep sorrow surged over from the endless void. It turned into threads and entered the black sword in his hand.
Was it … …
Wei Sheng's expression recovered. The black sword in his mind was completely blood red, and the surrounding void was also dyed red. On the blood sword, a smaller infant sat cross-legged. His features were very similar to Wei Sheng's.
Wei Sheng said coolly.
The Kun Lun sword xiu suddenly raised his head. He seemed to see an enormous blood sword the size of a mountain floating motionlessly behind Wei Sheng.
Wei Sheng suddenly opened his eyes. That pair of determined eyes flashed with a sharp light.
This was … …
The killing essence and the tang of blood seemed to suddenly disappear. The enormous blood sword behind Wei Sheng also disappeared like an illusion.
Just as he was about to act, he suddenly detected something. A thread of trepidation flashed through his icy eyes.
Before, he had had a bad guess, but he had not received any concrete information from the sect leader and the others. He had held some hope. But when the other exposed him, Wei Sheng, who was grief-stricken, lost the last barrier and worry. The last barrier between him and the black sword was broken.
The endless void trembled and showed signs of instability.
If Xuan Kong Temple won, and the mo lost again and again on the battlefield, Jiang Zhe's reputation would grow, Xuan Kong Temple would become stronger, and Xiao Mo Ge would have nowhere to hide.
Wei Sheng's body trembled violently. His face was pale as though all the blood in his body had been sucked out. But his hand that held the black sword was like a rock that did not move at all.
Impossible!
However, Kun Lun probably had not expected that he would not let the matter rest.
Where the tip of Wei Sheng's sword pointed, the crowd parted like the tide, revealing the Kun Lun sword xiu in the crowd.
His voice was hoarse and dry, and extremely unpleasant to hear. He did not have any presence on his body and seemed like a normal person. However, his words had undoubtedly admitted his identity.
The gazes of the important people were mostly focused on the battle between Jiang Zhe and Xiao Mo Ge. In their view, an expert like Wei Sheng was worthy of praise, but as long as he did not enter fanxu, he would not have any real effect on the state of affairs. But the outcome of Xiao Mo Ge's battle would directly change the state of affairs.
What did he want to do?
The mo below the stage were in an uproar.
The Kun Lun sword xiu still had smiles on their faces, but their eyes were icy and emotionless.
Maybe Wei Sheng's strength was infinitely close to marshal level, but even if it was just a thread, this difference could not be overcome.
The Kun Lun sword xiu gaped. They looked in disbelief behind Wei Sheng as though they had seen a ghost.
Wei Sheng gently caressed the black sword in his hand as he murmured to himself. The black sword felt the sorrow in Wei Sheng's heart, and its murderousness grew. It buzzed and trembled. Threads of blood seeped out of the blade. In a blink, the blade of the sword was covered in blood.
Many of them were renowned figures who ruled over a region. After consecutive victories, Wei Sheng's reputation was unprecedented.
The mo all showed puzzled expressions.
The sword was like the endless void!
Such a pity for a good man!
The black sword suddenly gave a deep hum!
"Rumor has it that Wu Kong Sword Sect has a sixth-grade sword scripture called [Void Sword Scripture]. I hadn't thought that you would be able to create a new sword scripture and reach a higher level. Your sect leader and shishu in the underworld would be comforted if they knew," the Kun Lun sword xiu said to himself with a smile.
Wei Sheng's slightly red eyes became deep red, then dark red, and then black.
Wei Sheng did not speak, but the blood on his face retreated as the other spoke.
"When did Kun Lun sword xiu become people that hide their heads and show their tails?"
Suddenly, the little black sword shook lightly.
Wei Sheng's sword essence level had always been above his cultivation level. Even those demons who were defeated by him did not expect that the opponent they faced was actually just a Golden Core stage sword cultivator.
This was the last thing the Kun Lun sword xiu heard.
Sword essence was eternal, and would exist for tens of thousands of generations. Friendship was just a mortal thing. If sword essence was tainted by it, it would never be able to reach the peak.
It was as deep and black as the endless void before.
The Kun Lun sword xiu did not move. He had been locked onto by Wei Sheng's sword essence.
Threads of blood dripped down along the blood. The vicious and bloody presence caused his sword heart to instinctively tremble.
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