Chapter 115 I Will Show You Today, Who Will Have Any Injustice?

Yu Canghai was startled, then laughed. He stopped talking and quickly retreated back to the city gate of Yumen Pass.

He held the wine cup and said loudly to Xue Wushe: "Yu Canghai is holding wine here to wait for Master Xue Feng's triumphant return."

Xue Wushao nodded in response, then stood up in the air, parallel to Ming Zun, looking at each other from a distance.

Everyone raised their heads and looked up at the two people.

This battle is related to whether Yumen Pass can gain short-term peace.

Once all three Demon Lords are defeated, Yumenguan will have a rare opportunity to recuperate at the moment when its power is at its weakest.

Mingzun stared at Xue Wushao's face and couldn't help laughing wildly.

As a Demon Lord, although he could not express his emotions or anger because of his current position, Xue Wushao's words were really ridiculous.

Ridiculously ridiculous.

Just one match and no win, does that mean he loses?

How arrogant.

Even Xie Qingyun, who was within the city gate, would not dare to have such a loud tone.

Xue Wushao dared.

Why?

As a Demon Lord at the peak of his strength, he must make this extremely loud swordsman understand how ridiculous his words today are.

"The Eighth Level Sword Cultivator of Sword Sect is indeed powerful, but it doesn't matter. You will soon understand the gap between you and me." Ming Zun is confident and domineering.

"Get up!" Mingzun shouted, raising the ancient shield to attract starlight from the sky.

The stars that were dimmed during the day now shine brightly!

A star is a beam of starlight, which moves with the ancient shield, travels through thousands of miles of space, and is mapped onto the ancient shield of the Master of Life, inscribed with supreme runes.

Thousands of starlights arrived.

In an instant, the originally plain and simple ancient shield became starry and gorgeous, as if it were made of spar.

At the same time, a monstrous blood-red light burst out from Mingzun's body, forming a huge sea of ​​blood tens of thousands of feet directly behind him.

A layer of red light spread softly and covered the whole body of the Master, like a layer of dark red blood armor. On top of the blood armor, there was an extremely violent and chaotic aura.

The Ancestral Demonic Body is a very high-level divine and demonic body among the demon clan, ranking among the ninety-nine supreme divine and demonic bodies.

One shield and one god and demon body formed an absolute barrier between Xue Wushao and Ming Zun.

There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

The reason why Mingzun uses "Ming" as his title is because his magic soldiers can be reshaped by the power of the stars and cast into indestructible shields.

The divine and demonic body he cultivated is the Ancestral Demonic Body, which is famous for its defense, and its life-saving ability is second to none.

Adding the two together, it would be more difficult to kill him than to reach the sky.

After doing all this, Mingzun looked at Xue Wushao jokingly, expecting to see a hint of fear and confusion, panic and vigilance in his eyes.

But he didn't expect anything.

Xue Wushao still looked at him calmly and asked: "Is it over?"

This time, Mingzun finally changed his expression and narrowed his eyes.

With Xue Wushao's attitude, he was either a fool, or he was really absolutely sure.

Obviously, someone who can cultivate to such a state cannot be a fool, so there is only the second possibility.

Although he didn't know where Xue Wushao's confidence came from.

Mingzun stared at Xue Wushao with vigilance and confusion.

"If we don't hurry up, the dragon's saliva will disperse." Xue Wushao said.

Then, he suddenly chuckled.

"When you're done, it's my turn."

The next moment, Xue Wushao shouted loudly: "Get out of the sheath!"

A clanging sound.

A dazzling long sword soared into the sky from his body and his heavenly spirit.

Three feet green front.

Qingfeng has no sheath, and Xue has no sheath, so he uses his body as a sheath to support his sword.

The sword's blade was like white frost, shining with a cold light.

The aftermath of the Qingfeng overflowed, making onlookers fearful and wary.

Xue Wushe's figure flashed at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he was already approaching the Master of Life.

The sword light on his body briefly dimmed for a moment.

In a moment, a sword light that was several times more dazzling than before came out.

Xue Wushea came out of the formation and drew his sword, and the sword rainbow flew out.

Buzz!

The sound of swords resounded throughout the world.

The sword light enveloped the sky.

The cold sword light completely engulfed Xue Wushao's figure.

Thousands of miles away, the ground suddenly bulged, cracks appeared, and clods of earth, yellow sand, and gravel splashed everywhere.

Just by raising the sword, his energy was already overwhelming, causing the mountains to collapse.

The next moment, the three-foot green sword was thrust forward, and the energy of heaven and earth around the sword flew into the air and circulated together with the Pingluan Sword.

Just p; just for an instant, a giant dragon with a length of thousands of feet appeared in the sword rainbow.

The giant dragon soared straight into the sky, and its head was the Sword of Peace.

clang!

The sword rainbow carried the giant dragon and hit the ancient shield, and the sound of a bell-like vibration spread throughout the void.

Everyone was frightened when they heard the loud sound of gold and iron. They wanted to inquire about the situation, but unfortunately the sword light was too bright. Even if they used their spiritual power to their eyes, they could not penetrate the sword light and see the situation in the center of the battlefield.

Wherever the sword light reaches, only the sound of the sword is heard, and no one else sees it.

Looking back again, a figure had already rushed out of the sword light.

Xue Wushea, who had just come out of the battle, escaped from the sword light, and in the blink of an eye, he was already back on the Yumen City Pass.

"The first union has passed, Mingzun has been defeated." Xue Wushao announced loudly, and then took the wine cup from Yu Canghai's hand.

Time has only passed and less than five breaths have passed.

The ambergris is still there and has not dispersed.

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life." Xue Wushao drank the ambergris in the cup in one gulp, then threw the wine cup out and said boldly: "It's delicious!"

The wine cup fell straight from the air, falling all the way, and finally fell on the city wall of Yumen Pass, colliding with it and making a sound.

The sound was crisp and sweet.

It's like breaking a cup as a sign.

At this moment, the sword light in the sky dispersed, allowing people to see the scene clearly.

Everyone immediately turned their attention and wanted to know what was going on.

The next moment, everything was silent.

In the center of the battlefield, Mingzun's face was twisted, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Glass cracks appeared on his crystal-like shield, and the blood armor brought by the Ancestral Demonic Body was also defeated and dispersed.

A huge hole appeared in his chest.

The wound cannot heal for a long time.

The life-saving ability that Ming Zun was proud of was not just in vain, so he did not die.

But under Xue Wushe's sword, the ancient shield he was proud of was damaged, and the Demonic Body of the Ancient Ancestor, which he was proud of, was pierced through the heart by the sword, and the flesh and blood squirmed from the wound.

The sharp sword intent eroded his vitality and slowed down the healing of his wounds.

How could an eighth-level swordsman achieve this with just one sword?

Mingzun's face twitched, and he didn't know whether it was because of the injuries on his body or something else.

He was angry, fearful, and confused.

There was even a touch of fear.

Because if Xue Wushe could deliver the same second sword, third sword, or even fourth sword today, his life master might even die at Yumen Pass.

In fact, if Xue Wushe could hand out the second sword or the third sword, he would always hand it over.

But he can't.

clank!

Where the sword sounds, the rainbow returns to Yumen Pass.

The three-foot green front turned back, and cold light overflowed, sinking into Xue Wushe's body.

After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested.

Today I am showing you to you, who has any injustice?

Xue's scabbard-less sword is called Ping Chaos.

Draw your sword today to put an end to the injustice at Yumen Pass.

Ji Chuan once introduced to Lu Qingshan that Xue Wushao was known as the scabbard of the Sword Sect.

This is because the Master of the Sheathless Peak only practices one move throughout his life, the art of raising the external sword.

But this sword is already better than ninety-nine percent of the swordsmen in the world.

This is Xue Wushe's sword-raising technique.

Ten years to sharpen a sword?

That's mortal.

Xue Wushao's sword has actually been raised for one thousand two hundred and thirty-one years.

Therefore, even the top Demon Lord, even the Ming Lord who specializes in defense, was defeated and severely injured by this sword. It would be difficult to recover from the injuries in just a few years or even decades.

It's a pity that he only has this sword.

"If I can keep the sword for another three thousand years, I can kill you with one sword today." Xue Wushao said regretfully.

The longer you cultivate the skill of sword, the more difficult it will be to resist its power.

Xue Wusheng's sword, which he had raised for a thousand years, could seriously injure the demon king.

If you can raise a four-thousand-year sword, you may be able to kill the Demon Lord.

It's a pity, but no matter what, there is no doubt that Xue Wushao won this battle.

Everyone looked at the twisted expression of Mingzun in the sky and knew the result.

So, the next moment.

Outside Yumen Pass, there was silence and deathly silence.

Inside Yumen Pass, there were cheers and countless joys.

Exactly, half heaven, half hell.

Later generations wrote a poem praising it:

The first skill of the Weizhen Demon Clan, the jade gate's sword clanked.

There is no scabbard to stop the lamp to show heroism, but the dragon's saliva is still defeating the master.