"Sword Twenty-three."

"Not name."

In Chen Kan's eyes, at this moment, the Sword Saint and Wuming seemed to transform into two swords at the same time, or it shouldn't be said to be two swords. In fact, there was no change in the two of them. But in Chen Kan's view, they were like two swords, but it was not. It felt like an illusion that the two had surpassed the sword intent and reached a higher level.

A "Sky Sword" is full of vitality.

A "demonic sword" is dead.

At this moment, although the Sword Saint was still standing between heaven and earth, the Sword Saint's body was no longer alive and had died. A golden soul broke away from the Sword Saint's body and turned into a golden sword, pointing at Wuming's tip.

With this sword as the center, an independent space was formed, and Chen Kan was also shrouded in this magical space. This space was dead and had no life at all. Countless swords attacked Chen Kan from all directions. Each sword represented a Holy Spirit sword technique, from "Sword One" to "Sword Twenty-Two".

Chen Kan was motionless, staring at the golden sword incarnated by the sword saint, allowing these sword moves in the space to slash on his body. These swords could only create some ripples on Chen Kan's protective energy, and could not hurt Chen Kan's body at all.

On the other side, a white sword wheel appeared behind Wuming, and the sword wheel gradually merged with Wuming. Wuming looked at the golden sword expressionlessly, his fingers formed into sword fingers, and his whole arm turned into a white sword, and his sword filled with righteousness pointed out with one finger.

One yellow and one white, two swords met in the air, and it was difficult to decide the outcome for a moment. The whole space seemed to be dripping water into the oil pan and rolling, and endless sword energy rushed out like waves. Chen Kan was still motionless, staring at the two swords with his eyes, as if they were two peerless beauties.

"Wu Ming, you have reached the legendary realm of the Heavenly Sword. You are worthy of being my opponent. In my understanding of the sword, you are above me. If you can see the realm of the Heavenly Sword before you die, it will be a waste of my life." The voice of the sword saint came from the void:

"But Wuming, although I am not as good as you in swordsmanship, you can't beat my perfect sword technique after all." As soon as the sword saint's voice fell, Wuming spitted blood in his mouth, and the man took three steps back, his face as white paper, and Wuming's sword wheel was broken.

"This sword twenty-three is indeed the ultimate realm of swordsmanship. Sword Saint, you won!" Wuming said as he looked at the figure of the sword saint who was gradually dispersing his cultivator.

"No, this time I'm going to draw, and you will be the one who wins in the end. But Wuming, my successor will definitely defeat you for me, and pass on the name of my sword saint."

As soon as the sword saint's words fell, the golden light sword turned and shot at Chen Kan, which was still the golden sword, but compared with the golden sword that Wuming had fought against before, it was a pocket version. In the golden sword, Chen Kan saw the peerless figure of the sword saint.

The golden sword shot into Chen Kan's upper dantian, but the figure of the sword saint dissipated in the air. The Wushuang Sword, which was originally inserted into the land by the sword saint, couldn't help but tremble at this time. Chen Kan could feel a sense of sorrow in this Wushuang Sword.

A generation of swordsman, die.

"Brother Dugu, don't worry, I will definitely find a successor for you." Chen Kan pulled out the unparalleled sword path from the sky.

"Oh..." Wuming looked at the Sword Saint's corpse still standing and sighed. He didn't know how to express his emotions about the Sword Saint's death, so he could only turn into a long sigh.

"Master, are you okay?" Jian Chen hurriedly ran up and asked with Wuming.

"I'm fine." Wuming waved his hand and looked at Chen Kan and said, "Master Chen, how about sitting in the thatched cottage?"

"Please wait for a moment." As he said that, Chen Kan stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of open space. A large piece of soil was caught by Chen Kan, revealing a large pit. Chen Kan sucked the Sword Saint's corpse with the other hand. The Sword Saint's corpse fell smoothly into the pit under Chen Kan's control.

After Chen Kan withdrew his merit, the ground returned to its original state, without any change. A generation of sword saint was buried here by Chen Kan. This was what the sword saint told him during his lifetime. He knew that he was going to die and hoped to stay where he fought with Wuming.

"Good Kung Fu." Seeing this, Wuming couldn't help but sigh. Chen Kan's move required extremely high internal control ability, and Wuming thought he was not as good as Chen Kan in this regard.

"I'm too much, I'll have to chat with you for a few days," Chen Kan said with his fists.

"Please!" Wuming stretched out his hand, Jian Chen supported Wuming and took Chen Kan back to Wuming's seclusion. In fact, it was the backyard of Zhonghua Pavilion. He usually played the Erhu in the courtyard without any hesitation. The so-called Da Yinyu is like this. Who would have thought that the middle-aged man who played Erhu was a martial arts myth!

Chen Kan asked for a room to meditate and use his skills, and digest what he had obtained before. Although the "Sword Twenty-Three" had been explained by the Sword Saint and Chen Kan before, this move could only be understood but not expressed in words. No matter how much it was said, it would be useless. Only by truly seeing it can you understand it, and Chen Kan understood it.

The last golden sword that entered Chen Kan's dantian was the "Sword Twenty-Three" move, including the sword saint's understanding of this move and a trace of sword saint's sword intent.

After entering Chen Kan's upper dantian, this golden sword was immediately swallowed and fused by Chen Kan's thoughts, becoming part of Chen Kan's martial arts will. The part that could not be fused was turned into a sword-shaped phantom, floating in Chen Kan's upper dantian. This is the sword intent of the sword saint, which Chen Kan could not absorb and would have other functions in the future.

When the Sword Saint was fighting against Wuming, the "Sword Twenty-Three" he used was still incomplete. He was in the pioneering stage. The reason why the Sword Saint passed it to Chen Kan was, on the one hand, that Chen Kan could find a successor for him, and on the other hand, that Chen Kan could perfect this move so that this sword move would truly become an unparalleled move in the world. He believed that Chen Kan had this ability.

However, Chen Kan's hope for the Sword Saint is not yet achieved. The reason is very simple. Chen Kan's "intention" has not been completed yet. This move is the same as the limitation of "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect". Chen Kan still has a way to go.

When Chen Kan was in seclusion, Wuming and Jian Chen were also in seclusion. Needless to say, Wuming is more talented in swordsmanship than Sword Saint and Chen Kan, and he had personally experienced this move, so he had a deeper understanding of this move.

As for Jian Chen, he was able to be accepted as a disciple by Wuming, and his talent in swordsmanship is naturally not low, and he also gained something. To sum up, Chen Kan's biggest gain this time, Wunen was ranked, and Jian Chen was again.

Chen Kan did not leave immediately, and there were not many opportunities to communicate martial arts with Tianjian. Chen Kan was naturally unwilling to give up this opportunity. Wuming was also very interested in Chen Kan, so the two got into a chat.
Chapter completed!