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Chapter 232
With one thought, ten thousand swords and shadows accompany each other.

Everyone present was deeply impressed by Sanliu's extremely chic demeanor, and of course the demon lord was not included.

Because in front of him are countless sword shadows soaring into the sky, and each sword shadow has a power that ordinary people can't imagine.

He himself had fought against the sword master from time to time before, but he had never felt such a pure way of the sword from him.

But there seemed to be something else in the seemingly strong sword energy, but he couldn't distinguish it for a while with his vision.

As the so-called interlacing is like a mountain, the demon master's special training in the physical body naturally does not have much vision to see what is hidden in the sword energy.

But the sword master at the side suddenly changed his face when he saw the thousands of surging sword shadows.

"Is it impossible!!!"

Sanliu didn't have any ink marks, and the ten thousand sword shadows charged towards the demon lord with lightning momentum.

At this time, the ferocity of the demon lord's whole body was extremely strong, and it was obvious that he had fully stimulated the domineering energy hidden in the flesh and blood.

It was just unexpected that he didn't just stay where he was, trying to resist the ten thousand sword qi with his physical strength.

I saw him attacking the sword energy without retreating, and his fists fell in front of him like raindrops, bombarding the incoming sword shadows into nothingness.

But the sword master secretly shook his head when he saw this situation, the demon master's move happened to fall into Sanliu's hands.

The incomparable energy hidden among countless sword shadows penetrated the demon lord's body involuntarily, and a blood hole about the size of a fist appeared on his right arm and shoulder. The flesh, even the flesh and bones inside were completely destroyed.

Although in the end, the demon lord tried his best to shatter all those sword shadows, but a stream of purple-red blood slowly left along his arm.

Silence, unprecedented silence.

The disciples of Blood Demon Palace and Wuhenjian Palace held their breaths and watched what happened before them, no one dared to believe it.

The sword master, like Baidi, looked at the demon master who was defeated in just one move in disbelief, and many questions came to his mind.

But Xu Ming's eyes lit up, because he seemed to see the fusion of two paths just like Baidi's life and death reincarnation in the flash of sharpness.

"Does this trick have a name?"

What is strange is that the demon lord did not make a move here but was the first to ask for the name of this move.

"No name, no surname, it's just doing it casually."

Sanliu was as free and easy as before, of course, this free and easy also moved the sword master beside him a little.

Because in him, the hysterical madness of the past can no longer be seen, and this hard-won freedom and ease from the heart is what the sword master has been pursuing all along.

Leaving aside their identities, the sparring between the sword master and Sanliu these years has benefited both of them a lot.

It's just that Sanliu is obviously better, and he is the first to reach the state of mind that even the sword master wants to climb.

Back to basics, pure heart.

These simple eight words are easy to say, but countless people can't achieve them in their entire lives. After all, no matter which plane they are in, as long as they are born, the desires that come with them are like shackles.

It's not easy to break the shackles with a knife.

Whether it is the fame and fortune that the mortal emperors want, or the ascension to the heavens of the Taoists and immortals.

Invisibly, everyone has become a slave to their desires, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

"Perhaps you are right."

The sword master's murmured words just fell into Sanliu's ears.

To this, the free-spirited scholar did not answer, because he had indeed felt the change in the sword master's state of mind.

This is an obvious change, and the sword master also ordered it.

"The disciples of Wuhen Sword Palace listen to the order and follow me back to the sect."

"It's the sword master. He."

Shangguan Changkong and the other two masters of swordsmanship during the Tribulation Period never expected that the sword master would return to the sect without doing anything.

Even if the white-clothed scholar came out halfway, he would have to fight for it anyway.

"Why, didn't you hear what I said?"

Seeing that the three of them remained unmoved, the sword master's words were obviously full of chilling and extremely faint killing intent.

For a moment, the three of them felt cold from the beginning to the end, from the inside to the outside, as if they drank a few mouthfuls of cold water in winter.

So the three of them didn't dare to say anything more, because they knew that the sword master was already a little sullen at this moment.

If you continue to talk, no matter who you are, you may lose your life.

The three who have been with you for many years are also very wise to choose to keep silent and follow the disciples of Wuhen Sword Palace to leave in despair.

When leaving, Shangguan Changkong looked back at Xu Ming, whose expression was as usual, and anyone could see the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.

Xu Ming didn't take it seriously. The identities of the two were very different, and they were even more irrelevant.

Even if Shangguan Changkong wanted to kill him, he had to be careful about the deadly fire lotus that would blow Lei Xiao up.

And Sanliu watched the sword master leave voluntarily, and his attitude towards this "old friend" was obviously giving himself enough face.

The wound on the demon lord's right shoulder hadn't healed yet, which obviously didn't match his perverted body.

But in the end, he was inferior in the fight just now, and if the scholar hadn't been merciful, his future situation would be a little hard to say.

He didn't expect such ruthless people to exist in the Bloodline Chamber of Commerce after so many years, and he seemed to understand the reason why those old monsters who really controlled the real power of the Cultivation Alliance never killed the Bloodline Chamber of Commerce.

He couldn't help but look back at Xu Ming, the greed in his eyes was self-evident.

"Young man, you are lucky today, but you have to be careful in the future, luck will not only be on your side."

With Sanliu around, the demon lord naturally had no plans to make a move.

Neither of them tried their best, but if they exposed their hole cards for an insignificant role.

The shrewd and cunning Demon Lord naturally made a trade-off after thinking about it several times.

Although the secrets in the Immortal Emperor's Ruins are indeed tempting, this is not the only Immortal Emperor's Ruins in the whole world.

So after much deliberation, the demon lord and the disciples of the Blood Demon Palace quietly left.

It's just that Lu Chen was more careful and didn't leave with the Blood Demon Palace, because this time he was empty-handed and knew that he couldn't escape Wu Hao's tricky hands.

The demon lord naturally didn't care too much about it, so he just continued to resist to the end.

How could a small character who was even less popular than Xu Ming get his attention.

It's just that Lu Chen, who is following the wind, puts his abacus and ideas on the white-clothed scholar in front of him after weighing repeatedly in his heart.

Because at this moment, in his eyes, Sanliu was a way to save his life.

(End of this chapter)