You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Chapter 330: Immaculate Sword Heart

"You never kept your promise!"

The boxer shook his broad shoulders and flexed his explosive muscles, "I use the swordsman's swordsman's heart the most. This kid has definitely realized the swordsman's heart."

"It's just that I haven't understood it thoroughly enough."

After saying that, he turned to look at the swordsman who had been silent the whole time, "What do you think?"

But the swordsman ignored them and just stared at Wuji blankly, muttering, "One more point..."

"Just a little bit short, his sword heart is still not pure enough..."

As they chattered,

Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared on Wuji's body.

This was even more bizarre than the previous time when he used his sword heart.

At this moment, white clouds began to gather in the sky, and a ray of light from the sky fell directly on Wuji's head.

Suddenly there was a strong wind!

Countless fallen leaves from the bamboo forest were flying in the sky.

Liu Yuntian looked at all this in shock.

At the same time, he stretched out a hand and gently covered his eyes to prevent the harassment of dust and sand.

"Om-"

"Om-"

"Om-"

"Where does the sword sound come from?!" Liu Yuntian exclaimed and looked at the swordsman.

But the swordsman spread his hands with a smile, indicating that it had nothing to do with him.

Then he pointed at Wuji who was standing there in a daze.

"He did it?"

Liu Yuntian looked at Wuji in disbelief.

There are mixed feelings in my heart.

Is this the ultimate swordsmanship?

I became the male protagonist of the verbal attack, and I was able to influence the other party with just a few words? !

Logically speaking, am I not the villain?!

Could this be the legendary... decent blackwashing? ! !

"I understand……"

Wuji regained his spirit and looked at Liu Yuntian expressionlessly.

"What do you understand?"

"You said before... that my heart is not pure."

Liu Yuntian suddenly recalled,

When the two of them were fighting one-on-one, relying on the power of national destiny, he managed to fight Wuji to a draw.

At that time, he decided to use the power of national destiny to force the use of the swordsman's power.

It was at that time that the swordsman said, "His heart... is not pure," when he saw Wuji.

After hearing this, Liu Yuntian teased the other party.

Unexpectedly, it was this sentence that accidentally made Wuji realize the true meaning of sword heart.

Every time Wuji took a step, there was a slight humming sound of the sword under his feet.

The scent emanating from his body gives people an extremely comfortable feeling.

It seemed that as long as I stood next to him, all the negative emotions in my body would be immediately washed away.

Wuji's eyes went blank, and then those weathered eyes suddenly became bright.

There was a sword shadow flashing in his pupils, which made Liu Yuntian stunned.

"This... is my sword heart!"

Liu Yuntian subconsciously looked up at the swordsman, because the feeling Wuji gave him was extremely similar to the aura of the swordsman.

The so-called layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

The person most qualified to make this evaluation is the swordsman.

"Ask him... if he has named his swordsman."

Liu Yuntian withdrew his gaze.

Only Liu Yuntian, who holds the Human Emperor Seal, can see the five people in the air.

If the swordsman wants to communicate with Wuji, he must go through Liu Yuntian.

"What's your swordsman's name?"

Wuji looked dazed for a moment and did not answer.

It seemed like he had never thought about this question.

After thinking for a long time, he said calmly, "My sword heart is pure amidst the chaos..."

"Let's call it... Immaculate."

Liu Yuntian raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Pure Sword Heart? Clear Sword Heart?"

Is there any difference between this sword heart and this sword heart?

Could it be that at Kenshin's level, it has become a different path?

At this moment, Wuji suddenly said something shocking, "You... can also use a sword, right?"

"In our previous battle... your last move was using the power of the swordsman, right?"

"Otherwise Jingyu wouldn't have betrayed me."

Liu Yuntian frowned, looked at Wuji's Dantian and asked, "You haven't cultivated at all..."

"It's okay," Wuji raised his hand to interrupt Liu Yuntian.

He just stretched out his right hand, and a normal-sized sword shadow appeared out of thin air.

It seemed to have a physical entity as he held it in his hand.

"Dust returns to dust, ashes returns to ashes. The sword's heart transforms all things, and all things become the sword's heart."

"The sword is in the heart... why should I cultivate it?"

Before he finished speaking, Wuji did not move.

But in an instant, Liu Yuntian felt endless sword shadows coming towards him from all directions.

Oops! I can't react!

Liu Yuntian's eyes were bloodshot. With the spiritual power of the Human Emperor Seal, he could feel the opponent's moves.

But his physical training simply did not allow him to react synchronously.

"Well done!"

at this time,

The swordsman floating in the air laughed and shouted, then quickly drilled into the center of Liu Yuntian's eyebrows.

"Om-"

"Ding--"

In an instant, the sounds of two different swords merged together.

…………

In Qiyang City, Zhongzhou, inside the Liushenmen Yamen.

At this moment, the yamen was filled with a strong bloody smell.

I saw a figure standing there like a ghost, it was Zheng Ye.

His chest rose and fell violently, and every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength.

He let out a heavy and rapid gasp:

"call--"

"call--"

Looking at the clothes he was wearing, they were already in tatters. The ragged strips of cloth hung on his body and fluttered in the wind. His exposed skin was covered with shocking bloodstains. Some of the wounds were so deep that the bones could be seen. Blood continued to seep out of them, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

The hair that was originally neatly tied up was now disheveled and scattered over the shoulders, making him look even more dishevelled and insane.

And that face, which should have been handsome, was completely covered with blood, making it difficult to see his true appearance.

"Clap."

Suddenly, a slight noise was heard.

Zheng Ye slowly loosened his clenched right hand, and a bloody head rolled to the ground, rolling for a distance before stopping.

Looking at the head, Zheng Ye first burst into laughter: "Hahahaha!"

"I won!" The laughter echoed in the empty yamen, sounding particularly eerie and terrifying.

After laughing, Zheng Ye lowered his head and stared at the hideous head on the ground, muttering to himself: "Master An...you are nothing more than this!!!"

But in the next moment, he suddenly stopped smiling, raised his head, pointed his finger at the sky, and screamed in grief and anger: "Damn God!"

"did you see it?!"

"I'm still alive! I wasn't defeated by you! I changed my own destiny!!!"

These roars resounded through the sky like thunder, deafening.

Finally, Zheng Ye shouted with all his strength: "I am not an unknown person!"

"My name is... Zheng! Ye!!!"

However, at this moment, the area outside the yamen's barrier was already surrounded by people.

They are all disciples from other holy places stationed here.

Because Wuji Holy Land was in ruins after being beaten by Liu Yuntian,

Lin Ying, the head of the Six Gates, also died, leaving Qiyang City leaderless.

After the internal turmoil of the Six Gates, their own Holy Lord still hid in the holy land and did not come out.

Without their backbone and leader, the disciples of the holy land just stood outside and watched.

at this time,

The sound of uniform footsteps came from afar like rumbling thunder.

The sound was getting closer and closer, as if the earth was shaking with the footsteps.

There was also the sound of the heavy armor on the soldiers colliding and rubbing against each other as they marched.

Every time the armor joints rub, a crisp and loud "click" sound is produced.

These sounds mixed together to form a powerful momentum, as if an indestructible steel torrent was surging towards this side.