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Chapter 131 The Sword Saint's Sword

Xie Feihong does not deny the evaluation of Sword Saint on Sword 23.

You know, even in the late Fengyun period when various cheating were made, the Sword Saint's Sword 23 has never fallen out of the team, and has even been among the top martial arts!

Therefore, it is normal for the Sword Saint to have this kind of confidence.

So it is really unlikely if Xie Feihong wants to tell the other party that he can take his sword 23 without any damage through words!

After all, if a person who uses a sword doesn’t even believe in the sword in his own hands, then why can he climb to the top? What kind of sword practice?

Therefore, Xie Feihong pondered for a moment, then pointed to Duan Lang beside him and said, "Why don't you know how Duan Lang sees Duan Lang?"

"He?" The Sword Saint raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, glanced at Duan Lang, and then said a little inexplicably: "Lord Xie has indeed trained well. To be honest, this makes me envious."

"Then... what if I was really unfortunately dead at Brother Dugu's hands, let him complete the contract on my behalf?" Xie Feihong suggested with a chuckling look on his face.

"Master Xie is joking!" The sword saint couldn't help but twitch when he heard this, and then said coldly: "It's not bad, but relatively speaking, Duan Lang is indeed outstanding in the younger generation. But if he wants to kill Xiongba, he is still a little short of the time!"

Xie Feihong did not directly refute the words of the Sword Saint, but smiled and turned his head and pointed at Duan Lang, who had a hint of resentment flashing across his face, saying, "Duan Lang, have you seen it? You have been underestimated."

Although Duan Lang also thinks that he is indeed a little lacking than Xiongba now, the underestimation of the sword saint, the martial arts senior, still makes Duan Lang, who has always believed that he is not weak, feels very uncomfortable.

So after hearing Xie Feihong's words that seemed to be pointed, he didn't say much, but directly held the sword and fist at the Sword Saint, bowed and said respectfully: "Duanlang has a sword, I hope that the Sword Saint senior will give a slight explanation and guidance!"

After saying that, Duan Lang didn't wait for the Sword Saint to say anything, and he tapped his toes lightly, and he rushed into the bamboo forest outside the pavilion like an arrow. Then a red light flashed with the heat wave, and the Fire Lin Sword, which was named one of the twelve panics by Bai Xiaosheng, appeared in his hand.

The long sword spread across the sky, and the Fire Lin sword turned into a scorching sun in Duanlang's hand, like the birth of the great sun, radiating the light belonging to Duanlang!

The white sun is dawning, the sun is bright and the sky is bright, the sun sits in the sad city, the sun is overwhelming and the heart is exhausted...

With this sword technique unfolding, people stirred up a wave of heat, and the Fire Inn Sword directly turned into a sword shadow, and the human sword combined into a scorching sun! Carrying light and hot scrolls that seemed to be able to be thousands of miles away from the ground, all the people watching couldn't help but be shocked!

Sun Eclipse Sword Technique! The Sun Eclipse Sword Technique that belongs entirely to his Broken Waves! A light that is more dazzling than the scorching sun is blooming in this small bamboo forest!

"This is!" Seeing Duan Lang's Sun Eclipse Sword Technique was so exquisite, even the most saint in the sword could not help but stand up in shock, and the sword's eyes stared at the figure that had turned into a big sun.

"How about it," Xie Feihong also stood up, stood beside the sword saint and chuckled: "This Duanlang sword can still be as close to Brother Dugu's eyes."

"I am so clumsy!" The Sword Saint said solemnly: "I took back what I said just now. As long as I let him grow for a few more years, this Duanlang... may not be able to cut Xiongba under the sword!"

He is a sword saint, a sword saint who lives for the sword and dies for the sword! Therefore, of course he could see that Duan Lang had completely walked out of his own path, and his future achievements were limitless! Therefore, a domineering person may not be able to stop his progress.

"I wonder what Brother Dugu thinks what I just proposed now?" Xie Feihong continued.

The Sword Saint glanced at Duan Lang who had already closed his sword and walked over, and then said to Xie Feihong with deep meaning: "Are you so sure Duan Lang will listen to you after you die?"

"I'm not sure," Xie Feihong said bluntly regardless of Duan Lang's sudden change in his face: "Who dares to assert what happened after his death?"

"Frankly," the Sword Saint nodded slightly and said, "How can you guarantee the transaction between us?"

"Because of ambition!" Xie Feihong said lightly: "The reason why I asked Duan Lang from Xiongba and entrusted him with important tasks was because I could see that he had an ambition that was unwilling to be weaker than others! So if I really died, even without my instructions, he would face Xiongba sooner or later! This is a fate that he cannot escape!"

"I'm not as good as you," the Sword Saint looked at Xie Feihong deeply, and then continued: "If it were me, I would definitely keep it by my side."

"No, you will, too," Xie Feihong glanced at Duan Lang, who was terrified and said in a deep voice: "In a sense, we are all the same people. We climb the peak of martial arts and give everything for them, so we don't want to be entangled by the civil affairs."

"But there should be a better choice, right?" said the Sword Saint.

"He is the best choice!" Xie Feihong said bluntly: "In times of troubled times, he is destined to be unable to transcend the chaos! What's more, Duan Lang does have ambitions, but he also has a grateful heart. So if I don't die, he is destined not to rebel! And if I die, he doesn't care about the flood!"

"...No wonder the owner of the manor can achieve this great achievement in such a short time," the sword saint looked at Duan Lang, who looked grateful and indesperate, and then directly praised: "This method of controlling people is really extraordinary!"

"It's just a small path. For us martial artists, everything except martial arts is a cloud!" A hint of fanaticism flashed in Xie Feihong's eyes and said, "So Brother Dugu, please draw the sword! Let Xie see that this is the ultimate sword that can be the peak of swordsmanship by Brother Dugu!"

"Hahaha," the Sword Saint pondered for a moment, then smiled proudly, and an unparalleled sword aura rose up, penetrated through the sky, instantly smashing the pavilion where he was! Then, without saying anything else, he said in a deep voice: "It seems that if I don't take action tomorrow, I'm afraid the owner of the Xie Manor will not let me leave!"

"No," Xie Feihong said in a deep voice: "So Brother Dugu, please draw the sword!"

"Okay!" Even so, the Sword Saint no longer talked nonsense. The unparalleled sword on his waist was directly unsheathed and held in his hand. Then the sharp sword energy that was rushing into the sky suddenly changed, turning into an extremely terrifying, extremely powerful, and even transcending the invincible power of all things in the world! He instantly controlled this area!

Under this invincible force, it seemed that the void was sank for it, and the years had stopped!

Immediately afterwards, in this world that was already controlled by this mysterious force, a dazzling figure broke through the blockade caused by this invincible force and emerged directly from the Sword Master. In his hand, the sword soul holding the unparalleled sword!

The sky is short! The sword has no limit!

The Holy Spirit Sword Technique, the last move, the Sword 23!

The most saint in the sword, the peak and ultimate sword created by the sword saint that should not exist in the human world!

It is also a sword of hell that is difficult for all gods and demons to match, and even the world will be destroyed!
Chapter completed!
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