The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 1232 The Finale
On the other side, the black hole incarnated by the Demon Ancestor's split soul twisted and expanded several times, and finally it was still difficult to maintain. It exploded with a bang, causing endless waves in Sikong Xuan's Niwan world, and even textures like broken mirrors emerged around.

On the top of Shenjian Peak, Xiang Yang's body trembled suddenly, and his soul returned to his place. Opposite him, Sikong Xuan also had a halo of physical body, and soon the half young and half old face disappeared without a trace. The middle-aged face at the age of 40 is handsome and elegant, with sword-shaped eyebrows and extraordinary looks.

"Xiang Yang, since the half soul of the Demon Ancestor has been destroyed, the half soul occupying the Taizu's body is likely to take action. What are you going to do?"

Although the disappearance of the Demon Ancestor's split soul caused great damage to Sikong Xuan's mud pill, but the power of the three levels received the power of heaven and earth, and the recovery speed was extremely fast. better.

"That depends on what he will catch up with next. What is the intention of the senior?"

Whether that person is the Demon Ancestor or the Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Xiang Yang didn't care too much. He and the left and right were not quite right, and sooner or later they would have a real fight. In comparison, Sikong Xuan knew each other better, maybe Can have good advice.

"The Demon Ancestor has great ambitions. In his eyes, everything in the world is just a pile of dead flesh. For you and me, it is a crisis that will erupt at any time. He must not be given a chance to breathe.

My opinion is that it is better for you and me to go to the hiding place of the Demon Ancestor, and work together to kill him completely, and the world will be peaceful from now on. "

Speaking of the word "killing", Sikong Xuan's eyes flashed fiercely, and the sharp sword glow faltered all over his body, and the whole body of the sword seemed to come alive, like a terrifying giant beast, with the intent to kill looming.

It can be seen from this that the Demon Ancestor may occupy Sikong Xuan's physical body and have one or two parts of the demeanor of a sword god, but compared to the real Sikong Xuan, he cannot fully fit this sword god mountain, let alone launch a large formation and display the unrivaled power of a sword god Kendo

It's normal for Sikong Xuan to think so, his body was almost taken away, his best friend was schemed against by the demon ancestor, and his body was embezzled. Of course, this enmity can only be washed away with the life of the demon ancestor.

And this proposal is also in line with Xiang Yang's mind.

The old saying is good, it is better to chase the poor with the remaining courage, not to be famous as the overlord. Now that half of the demon ancestor's soul is destroyed, the other half will definitely be implicated, and his state will be greatly affected.

At this point, there will be no suspense for Xiang Yang and Sword God to go to the hiding place of the Demon Ancestor and kill him.

If the Demon Ancestor recovers his body, he might not be able to counter Xiang Yang and Sikong Xuan with his background and methods of the ancestor of the Demon Sect.

"Since that's the case, as the senior said, the senior must also know where the Demon Ancestor is hiding."

Xiang Yang didn't know where the Demon Ancestor was hiding, but since the sword god had been entangled with the Demon Ancestor for so many years and was almost swallowed, knowing about him was beyond Xiang Yang's imagination.

Sikong Xuan nodded and smiled, and pointed at Yu Niwan, from which he pulled out a cloud of black air like a nebula, which was obviously left by the Demon Ancestor.

The next moment, Sikong Xuan turned into a divine sword, flew straight towards Xiaohan, and flew in one direction, Xiang Yang followed closely behind, leaving only a snow-white crane flapping its wings on the Divine Sword Peak, waiting for Sikong Xuan's return.

On a big river [-] miles east of Jianshen Mountain, the small boat was undulating with the waves, rippling forward, and there was no one around, only flocks of wild ducks frolicking and frolicking.

Lying on his back on the small boat was a handsome man in black, tall and majestic, as if he was in a dream.

However, he suddenly woke up amidst the sound of wild ducks quacking, with blood and tears streaming from his eyes, dripping into the black clothes, looking extremely terrifying.

I saw the man wiped away the blood and tears from his eyes with a wave of his hand, his eyebrows huddled together, stood up from the bow of the small boat, and looked in one direction.
"What a Xiang Yang, what a heavenly knife, so close to the end of the world, involving the mysteries of space and other supernatural powers beyond martial arts, he has a big secret, if he can be swallowed, the harvest will be unimaginable."

Mozu thought that Sikong Xuan was already the most talented and talented person he had met in his long years, but if he compared with Xiang Yang who had a big secret, he was not enough.

Just as he was thinking about it, two meteor-like rays of light appeared in the sky, drawing long white streaks on the blue sky, and finally fell on the surging river, but there was not even a splash of water.

At the same time as it fell, Sikong Xuan immediately erupted with a power that even Xiang Yang felt terrifying, and pointed his sword at the Demon Ancestor on the small boat. The seven-color misty sword shadow became bigger and expanded, covering the Demon Ancestor like a world.

This sword can be regarded as the pinnacle of Sikong Xuan's swordsmanship and formation.

Based on the body's blood energy, true energy, and spirit, the sword energy is derived from nothing, and then one produces two, two produces three, and three is infinite, and the infinite sword energy is arranged and combined in a complicated formation, two by two for a while , three-three one-time, nine-nine-one one-time, formation within the formation, and finally evolve into a world of swords, which can be resisted by non-strong force.

Xiang Yang wasn't even fully sure that he could take the sword. While he was amazed, he suddenly felt something different in his body, as if something had penetrated into his body, but it was only fleeting, and he didn't take it seriously in the end.

At the same time as Sikong Xuan made his move, Xiang Yang also displayed another sword technique that he relied on as his trump card, called the Suiyue Dao. Time is like a sword, and the sword makes people grow old. The destructive power of Sikong Xuan's unique move is strong, but it is even more brilliant.

The two unrivaled powerhouses moved towards the Demon Ancestor without saying a word. The Demon Ancestor didn't seem to have thought of it, but just performed the magic power of swallowing the sky and devouring the earth that had appeared in the world of Sikong Xuanni Niwan, turning into a black hole and wielding Sikong Xuan's sword Ying and Xiang Yang's sword intent devoured them, and then they were blown up with one move, turning into rain of blood and floating on the endlessly flowing river.

"This? The Demon Ancestor was awarded the head so easily?"

Seeing this scene, Sikong Xuan's eyebrows were twitched, and he was a little puzzled, but after thinking about it carefully, with his full strength and Xiang Yang's help, it seemed normal for two strong men of three levels to fight against one person.

"Although it is one move, but for you and me, what is the difference between one move and ten thousand moves?"

Xiang Yang smiled and said that he was not surprised by the fall of the Demon Ancestor, because it was inevitable.

Sikong Xuan nodded, as if he agreed with Xiang Yang's statement.

Because of his years of entanglement and fighting with the demon ancestors, his soul was seriously depleted, and he didn't communicate with Xiang Yang, so he hurried back to Jianshen Mountain to retreat.

Xiang Yang strolled on the right bank of the river, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Demon Ancestor, Demon Ancestor, if you muster up your demonic power and use your means to fight me and Sikong Xuan to the death, you may have a chance to take away one person, but now you sacrifice your body and want to change the target of devouring, but it is a foolish move. .

What Xiang Yang is most afraid of is other people's possession. "

As Xiang Yang whispered and disappeared with the wind, in the Niwan, the Primordial Spirit that had accommodated the Wordless Heavenly Book completely annihilated the souls that the Demon Ancestor had sent in, leaving no future troubles.

A person, no matter how rich his background, no matter how changeable his methods are, no matter how cunning, if compared with the fragments of martial arts in one world, he is really insignificant.

The Demon Ancestor is also seeking his own death.

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One year after the death of the Demon Ancestor, civil strife broke out in the territory of Dazhou, and there were demons in troubled times. Although the sword god was not born, Xiang Yang, the Heavenly Saber, was still there.

Even though thousands of mountains and rivers are far away, the demon still confers the head, and the Earth Demon Lord also perishes under this knife, undoing the power of the Great Zhou, and is known as the most powerful man who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the sword god.

After this battle, Emperor Shengwu was forced to abdicate and was succeeded by the third prince Li Hong. He also decreed to deprive Momen of its past honor and suppress Momen again with the whole country.

In the same year, Xiang Yang officially married Ning Ke from the fifth family, and asked the court to resign as a god catcher.

Five years after Xiang Yang got married, Ning Ke, with the help of Xiang Yang, broke through the tribulation of three barriers and officially became one of the most powerful.

Thirty years later, Tiandao and Ning Ke disappeared without a trace. A family member of the fifth family went to Jianshen Mountain to verify, and received the words of Jianshen himself that the two had broken up and left, and would never return.

Although the sword god Sikong Xuan has obtained the three levels of martial arts and survived forever, but because of the relationship between the world, it is still difficult to take the last step, and he is trapped in the world of the nineteen states all his life...

End of the book

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