Chapter 320 Sword Fight

Three days later, Tianxin Pavilion, sword fighting arena.

In Nie Wushuang's previous life, there was an idiom called castles in the air, which means that a castle without a foundation has no basis for existence.

It's similar to drawing a pie in the sky.

In the extraordinary world, this saying does not exist.

Tianxin Pavilion is a pavilion suspended in the void. It is not quite appropriate to call it a pavilion. It is just a bare sword fighting arena.

Swordsmen stand on the sword fighting arena to fight with swords.

The magic array of Tianxin Pavilion can broadcast the situation of sword fighting in detail, just like the live broadcast of Nie Wushuang's previous life, so that people in the city can see it. The so-called whole city is the entire Tianxin City.

There are no old and weak people, and thousands of people are all swordsmen.

It's quite strange to say, why are there only swordsmen, no old and weak people?

In the real world, is there such a city?

Could it be another Tianxing Sword Sect?

At first, Nie Wushuang didn't care about it at all, just like those other people, taking it for granted.

Now?

When he stood on the sword fighting platform of Tianxin Pavilion, looking down at the swordsmen who were shouting wildly in the city, a smile appeared on his lips.

The mystery in the womb.

The so-called mystery in the womb is very simple, that is, when a person is reincarnated, he will forget everything in his previous life, and everything will disappear and become a blank, just like being washed away by some kind of amniotic fluid that can erase memories in the mother's womb.

Nie Wushuang will also suffer a mystery in the womb when he enters the chess game.

If he cannot restore his self-awareness, but becomes a part of the chess game like these people in the city, he will become a part of the chess game and cannot get out of it.

He and the sword slave are chess pieces, and the competition is who will be awake in this world and can restore self-awareness.

What if both of them regain consciousness?

Then...

"I didn't expect you to awaken, but you were at a disadvantage. Although I didn't awaken at that time, I felt that you were my biggest enemy, so I asked the master to help. Unfortunately, the chess game has protection measures, so I can only injure you, but I can't kill you directly!"

"You can only die in my hands!"

On the other side, Master Yuquan sneered.

What is he talking about?

The spectators were all confused.

Nie Wushuang understood what he said.

The so-called Master Yuquan is actually the sword slave of the sword demon. It seems that he should have awakened later than himself. The reason why Nie Wushuang didn't settle accounts with this guy at the beginning of awakening is that he felt it was unnecessary.

Anyway, you have to go to the sword fighting stage, just one time.

To avoid trouble.

Yes, if both of them awaken, then only one of them can survive. No matter what, as long as you kill the other party, you will win.

You can use other people, but you must kill the other party with your own hands.

Otherwise, at most you will be seriously injured, and it is impossible to kill him.

"Do you think you can survive?"

The sword slave snorted.

"Your injuries have not yet fully healed, how many times can you stimulate your true energy? And I am in my prime, and I have also received part of the master's true teachings. What can you use to fight me?"

Ah!

Nie Wushuang sighed.

"Where did all the nonsense come from..."

He hooked his little finger at the man, meaning to come on.

Humiliation?

Well, this guy didn't feel humiliated.

The reason why he said those words was nothing more than parroting, the trash talk he learned from the sword demon, in fact, his inner emotions were not fluctuating.

"Clang!"

The long sword was unsheathed.

Before the scabbard fell to the ground, a cold light came towards Nie Wushuang, almost seeing it.

The most important thing is that at the beginning of the sword, the sword slave had already made a move.

His idle chatter was not completely parroting, in fact, it was a cover-up method to make Nie Wushuang unaware that he had made a move.

As he spoke, a strange sword intent was already permeating the sword arena, invisible, colorless and intangible, making it difficult to guard against.

When he drew his sword, Nie Wushuang was already enveloped by the strange sword intent.

Well, that's his opinion.

Nie Wushuang disagreed with this.

When the sword light came, Nie Wushuang's aura changed drastically, and a black mist permeated his body, covering his entire face and figure.

A wisp of black smoke escaped.

The cold light in the roll.

In an instant, the cold light disappeared without a trace.

There was an uproar below, and the swordsmen watching had no idea what method he used to take the opponent's sword away.

Evil magic?

There was a buzzing sound below.

On the stage, the sword slaves didn't understand how Nie Wushuang did it.

Shocked?

No!

The sword slave did not have similar human emotions. Although he had existed as a human before, after being captured by the sword demon and trained as a sword slave, those emotions were cut off. After all, emotions are not stable enough and are not suitable for swordsmen.

The long sword was taken away, and he rushed forward.

With a wave of his hand, an invisible, colorless and intangible long sword was generated, gathering all the strange sword intent and slashing towards Nie Wushuang who was surrounded by black fog.

The black fog dispersed, and Nie Wushuang showed his figure.

The long sword in his hand gently slashed.

Sword Thirteen!

Basic sword style.

There was not even sword energy on it.

However, this ordinary sword split the invisible sword energy slashed by the sword slave in half, and even the sword intent contained in the invisible sword energy was erased, just like an eraser erasing pencil writing.

Very easy.

Despair!

Give up!

No!

These do not exist in the sword slave option.

The sword will was wiped out, and he was severely injured. The sword will seed in his sea of ​​consciousness broke apart. He was on the chessboard, and the master had no way to influence the chess game, so there would be no replenishment. It can be said that he was half useless.

Even so, even with bare hands, he still rushed towards Nie Wushuang.

Swinging his fist, the black tiger ripped out his heart.

Nie Wushuang didn't even swing his sword, but just thought about it.

A black figure was behind the sword slave, and the black smoke rolled forward and hit the sword slave. The whole person disappeared in an instant as if erased by an eraser.

Sword slave!

Die!

When the sword slave died, the whole Tianxin City shook, the sky collapsed, the earth cracked, and the world was in chaos.

Strangely, all the people in the city looked calm, without any panic.

They stood like puppets, letting the flying sand and rocks hit them, letting themselves be pulled into the cracked abyss, motionless.

Tianxin Pavilion was also collapsing.

Nie Wushuang flew in the air.

In the void, an air current rose from below, carrying Nie Wushuang to the sky, turning into a clear light and disappearing.

At the same time, he appeared in the Demon Breaking Hall, appearing at the edge of the black and white chessboard.

"Huh?"

Seeing him appear, the gourd Taoist was surprised.

It seemed that he had already thought that this game was lost and did not think that Nie Wushuang would win. After a while, he just laughed.

"Good!"

"You are very good!"

He gave Nie Wushuang a thumbs up and turned to look at Su Yujin and the other two.

"Next, who will come?"

As soon as the voice fell, Nie Wushuang said.

"Ancestor, let me do it..."

"Hmm?"

The gourd Taoist turned his head.

"It takes a certain amount of divine consciousness to enter a chess game. Are you sure you want to do it yourself?"

"I am sure!"

Nie Wushuang said calmly with a cool face.