631 Drawing Four Swords, Considering A Vacant Hear (2/2)

On the final set of stone steps in the yi wore a beautiful clan outfit His face was deathly pale Along with those closest to him, they stood in a line and waited for the sword saint's arrival He had gathered histo stop a Great Grand people

Fan Xian's hands were on the back of the wheelchair He did not notice the silence on the stone steps or gradually fading wretched cries He was sunk in a dazed condition He had finally experienced Sigu Jian's Great Grandmaster realm but realized that thehe could never do

Each grass, rock, flower, and tree in the world had their own reason for existing Each person was unique In order to break into a realm, to touch the realm of a Granded to thehed until his san to shake The hand Fan Xian had placed on the wheelchair began to tre this, the manor aces lined up on the stone steps dissolved into black shadows Splitting into seven directions, they leapt toward the wheelchair like diving eagles

The cough seenal These aces did not hesitate to explode into action However, there was no joy in their hearts The people of Dongyi, including the warriors that practiced the sword by the seashore, were all used to the sword saint being undefeatable After living for decades under his Godly care, no one thought they would be the one to kill a God

But, they still had to carry out the last attack After all, the sword saint coughed Perhaps it was an opportunity Or, perhaps it wasn't Since they were going to die in the end, to be able to die by a Great Grandmaster's hand would be some kind of honor

Before the shadows even arrived, a powerful wind preceded the people behind the wheelchair They could see that the two young people were sunk in some kind of mental trap from which they could not extricate themselves

Fan Xian felt that if he was faced with these aces and their most powerful strike before their deaths, he would not be able to counter it

Sigu Jian was still curled up in the wheelchair coughing His only re his mouth He had no sword at his side

He waved his hand A sword on the ground , to his steady hand

Sigu Jian waved the sword His rated It was as if seven mountain peaks suddenly had their outer layer of trees reed rocks below to pierce seven great holes in the sky

Faced with the attack of theout his sword and returned the strike with indifferent and blood devouring willpower In the same instant, he struck out four times in seven directions

This was already a strike that surpassed the mortal realm It contained a power that only pushed forward Hidden behind it was an ultimate willpower that surpassed its aura It was unaffected because of indifference and tranquil through blood devouring

The four strikes pierced through the seven people The seven aces abruptly fell to the ground silently

Sigu Jian shook his arht through the chest of the Master of Dongyi, sinking to the hilt

After Sigu Jian entered the yi did not h He only calmly watched the scene in front of him and waited for his death to arrive He knew that if his distant uncle had personally co for hi sword saint, a heartless creature who had massacred his own clan, he had not a shred of affection for the Master of the City

The Master of the City coughed up blood He felt his life ebbing away Tears began to roll down his face In the reat deal of dissatisfaction and resent Eo These Great Grandmasters should not exist in this world

This world was too illogical

Fan Xian carefully watched Sigu Jian's u Jian had truly acted after entering the ht the end of the method of the four swords and the traces of his moveu Sword Like a bird in the sky and a fish in water, between action and inaction, there was no warning He only struck out with his intentions It was far lance could bring down a city Two could bring down a country After drawing a sword, Sigu Jian's heart was blank [JW1] There were none who came before him There would be none that would come after

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In Suzhou, Ye Liuyun had once sliced a building in half in one strike That day, Fan Xian had thought that the peak of sword skill was no u Jian strike, only now did he know that for a killing weapon such as a sword, the most powerful symbol of it was the connection between the sword and intention In this world, there was no faster way to express soh intention Where the intention was, the tip of the sould also be there

To be able to cultivate a sense against the natural order should not exist in sword techniques in the world Even those who used the sould feel a sliver of shock Even sword practitioners theht not kno they had used such a sword technique After a strike, the swords with blood, surrounded by an open wilderness and a blankness

The truth of the Sigu Sword, in the end, was still a blank and dazed intention

Fan Xian's hand still held the little E What a happy or painful matter it was to experience such a sword technique

On an unknown tree beside thetier endure the willpower that filled space between heaven and earth It gave a lonely cry and fleay

Sigu Jian's eyes were filled with indifference There was blood on the corner of his lips that he had coughed up His face was terrifyingly pale His small body was co people behind him, one was dazed and the other stern Bodies and blood were by their sides Fan Xian lowered his head A strange thought welled in his heart He seemed to be able to sense that the Great Grandmaster in the wheelchair had reached the end of his life

In the end, he had still drawn a sword Although these four strikes had been elegant and grio when he had killed a hundred Tiger Guards with one blow, the Sigu Jian today was clearly yi slowly knelt down in front of the wheelchair as if expressing its allegiance for the last time

Fan Xian abruptly raised his head and watched with shock as a black-clothedthe collapse of the Master's body

The black-clothed man also held a sword in his hand

[JW1] This whole part was an extended pun on his name It doesn't make as much sense when translated

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