Martial Boss Chapter 1001

At this moment, in Mo Qumiao’s eyes, Ren Piaomiao’s aura is so high that it is difficult to look straight at him.

Such a powerful aura was already comparable to the two dueling inside.

“The strongest ——” Mo Gumiao subconsciously spat out two words.

The Northern Zhou, after all, had another supreme power. The Northern Zhou, which was already vaguely catching up with the Great Qian, was this going to completely surpa*s the Great Qian?

“This is to be kept a secret, understand?” Qing Yu turned his head and looked at the other three and said with a light smile.

Under the intimidation of the supreme power, all three of them subconsciously nodded their heads.

Originally, they had wanted to keep this identity of Ren Piaomiao in a wheelchair posture and wait for the day when they would quietly shade someone. But unexpectedly, the Sword God arrived unexpectedly and sent such a big gift.

If he could absorb the sword intent of these two Sword Masters, the Sword Realm would be completely transformed. At that time, even if Ren Piaomiao’s strength was revealed, so what.

With an empty hand, a pure white light emerged from the back of the wheelchair, and the Nirvana, the Divine Weapon of Heaven, flew into Qing Yu’s hand automatically.

“Nirvana —— was actually hidden in the wheelchair all along.” Mo Qunming said to himself.

“A swordsman’s sword cannot leave his body, and the Sword God’s tragedy cannot be repeated.” Qing Yu said.

In reality, Nirvana could be hidden in the space that had been opened up. But before, in order not to let others find out that he was the supreme power, so he simply hid in his wheelchair.

”Then Ren Piaomiao had occasionally pressed the wheelchair before ——” Mo Qiu Ming was a little afraid to think about it.

Because he found that this Ren Palace Master pressed the wheelchair some times, and then his whole body had an inexplicable sense of crisis like falling into an ice cave.

Now that I think about it, at that time this old coin pretending to be disabled and crippled might want to move his sword.

I didn’t think there was anything before when I didn’t know that Qing Yu was pretending, but now well ——

Gee, I dare not say, unspeakable.

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the actual sword.

“Dissipate.”

Countless sharp swords scattered overhead, converging into a sword wheel, and unfolding again, shooting sword shadows and rushing into those pitch-black sword marks.

The sword intent and sword qi in the sword marks were targeted by the drifting sword qi, and instantly clashed and exchanged blows with it, emitting a clanging sound.

However, these sword qi were ultimately rootless, and under the targeting of Qing Yu, who was also the strongest, they were erased in no time, and the gaps slowly closed of their own accord.

The Sword God and Shen Yunji could also notice Qing Yu’s actions in eliminating the sword marks. However, they had no intention of paying attention to it now, as the encounter had already reached its most intense moment.

“A thousand ancient killings in one calamity.”

Robbery Qi formed clouds, and countless sword-wielding grey shadows rushed out from the robbery clouds, wielding different sword styles as they swarmed.

Shen Yunji, who had once followed the Sword God, saw many familiar traces in these blurred grey shadows, all of which were sword wielders who had lost their lives under the Heaven Dividing Sword.

“Nine Empty Sword Intent – White Colour Condensing Sky Sword Qi Meeting.”

Boundless sword intent filled the sky, majestic sword Qi, causing space to freeze, even those grey shadows holding swords to stagnate in the air.

It was like a mirror made of frost, generally, freezing all the figures in the mirror.

And then, the sword qi cut, the mirror was split into countless pieces, and the grey shadows, as well as the robbery clouds, were already flatly divided, without the slightest power of resistance.

But there was still one person, who would not be frozen, nor would he be divided.

The Sword God.

In the frozen mirror, this figure standing motionless raises the heavenly divide and sends out the supreme sword.

“The Final Robbery Sword Advent.”

“Ka-ching–”

The mirror broke, broken by the sword qi that shot out from it, and where the heavenly divide pa*sed, all things were divided. Even if space was frozen, it could not stop the Sword God’s sword.

“Ten thousand ancient yo-yo’s pa*sing is empty.”

Not dodging or resisting, Shen Yunji similarly attacked with a sword, but this one was not meant to be a counter attack.

The sword intent was long, and the sword blade was strewn with phases of intent, and ten thousand years pa*sed in an instant.

Shen Yunji had not lived through ten thousand years, but his life was nearly a thousand years old. Therefore, he could best appreciate the extreme vicissitudes.

With this sword, the thousand years of time have been exhausted, and the confusion has become empty.

The sword of no return came out of his hand and brushed parallel to the sword qi of the final disaster, shooting at the Sword God who had just made a move.

In the face of the Sword God’s sword of ultimate destruction, Shen Yunji did not offer any resistance, but simply waited calmly for his death.

He had no power to resist now, because the move ‘Ten Thousand Ages Pa*sing is Empty’ had already exhausted his entire body’s energy and blood, and at this moment Shen Yunji’s body was already empty.

In the previous sword fight, Shen Yunji had not gained the slightest advantage, he was only constantly injured and wounded, and did not let the No Return Sword get a trace of the Sword God’s blood.

The thousand-year-old Sword God, who was older than him, had an unparalleled attainment in the sword dao, as well as a supreme strength that was as strong as it could be.

If he were to be replaced by other supreme beings of equal strength, it would still be possible for the Sword God to be injured, but a sword dao supreme like Shen Yunji ——

Difficult difficult difficult.

The Sword God is the God of the Sword Dao, trying to injure him with the Sword Dao is even harder than climbing to the heavens.

So Shen Yunji had to risk his life to try to leave the Sword God with a wound that would be difficult to heal, so that for at least the next ten years, the Sword God would have no time to cause trouble.

Eleven years later, the Sword God died.

Although Shen Yunji did not know the exact age of the Sword God, he was definitely older than himself and did not have much time left.

But ——

The truth did not turn out as Shen Yunji had hoped.

The desperate sword that was placed in hope was like a meteor pa*sing through the sky, as fast as it could be. But this sword, which was as fast as it could be and as strong as it could be, was fiercely clutched by the Sword God’s left hand.

Although the blade left deep scars on the Sword God’s palm, and the sword of no return was finally stained with the Sword God’s blood, the forward momentum had been broken, and the sword of desperation was caught by the Sword God.

“It’s a pity ——”

The last scene on the retina was then fixed at this point, the next instant, the Final Catastrophe Sword Qi pa*sed through Shen Yunji’s body, and the body that no longer had a trace of resistance was like a paper man on fire, blackened by the flames and turned into a trail of ashes that scattered with the wind.

Sword Sovereign Shen Yunji, dead.

The Sword God slowly let go of his left hand, allowing the sword of no return to fall with a wailing sound, and looked at the deep wound on his hand with a look of approval.

“‘Sword Sovereign’ Shen Yunji, not bad!”

This was the first time that the Sword God had called ‘Sword Sovereign’ Shen Yunji by his name; before that, the Sword God had either called him “my disciple” or “Meng Sheng”.

This was the first time that he had ever called Shen Yunji by his name like this.

This represented the Sword God’s regard for and recognition of this former disciple.

The former disciple of the Sword God, Yu Meng Sheng, was no longer with him, and the one he fought was a suitable opponent, the same supreme sword daoist – ‘Sword Sovereign’ Shen Yunji.

“Ren Piaomiao, let the Sword Sovereign be buried in this Realm of the Sword Dao. I think it will be a matter of joy for him to rest in peace here.”

The Sword God raised his hand to take in the No Return Sword and shot it towards the direction where Qing Yu and the others were, “As for this sword, here you go.”