Yu Canghai was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter. He said no more, retreated quickly, and escaped back to the city gate of Yumen Pass.
He held up the wine cup and said to Xue Wushao in a loud voice: "Yu Canghai is waiting here with wine for Master Xue Feng's triumphant return."
Xue Wushao nodded in response, then his body rose into the air, parallel to Ming Zun, and they looked at each other from a distance.
Everyone looked up at the two of them.
This battle determines whether Yumen Pass can gain a brief period of peace.
Once the three Demon Lords are defeated, Yumen Pass will have a rare opportunity to recuperate when its strength is at its weakest.
Ming Zun stared at Xue Wushao's face and couldn't help laughing wildly.
As the Demon Lord, although he does not show his emotions on his face due to his current position, Xue Wushao's words were really too absurd.
It's so ridiculous.
Just one round, and if he fails to win, does that mean he loses?
How rampant.
Even Xie Qingyun, who was inside the city, would not dare to speak in such a loud tone.
But Xue Wushao dared.
Why?
As a demon lord at the pinnacle of strength, he must make this arrogant swordsman understand how ridiculous his words today are.
“The Sword Sect’s eighth-level swordsman is indeed powerful, but it doesn’t matter. You will soon understand the gap between you and me.” Ming Zun was confident and domineering.
"Rise!" The Lord of Life shouted, and the ancient shield rose up, drawing in the starlight from the sky.
The stars that were originally dim during the day are now shining brightly!
A star is a beam of starlight, moving along with the ancient shield, traveling through thousands of miles of space and projecting onto the ancient shield of the Lord of Life, engraved with supreme runes.
Thousands of starlights are coming.
In an instant, the originally plain ancient shield became shining with starlight, and it was as gorgeous as if it was made of crystal.
At the same time, a monstrous blood-red light burst out from the body of the Lord of Life, forming a huge sea of ​​blood tens of thousands of feet in size directly behind him.
A layer of red light spread softly and covered the whole body of Ming Zun, like a layer of dark red blood armor. Above the blood armor, there was an extremely violent and chaotic aura.
The Huangzu Demon Body is an extremely high-level divine and demonic body among the demons, ranking among the ninety-nine supreme divine and demonic bodies.
A shield and a divine and demonic body formed an absolute barrier between Xue Wushao and Ming Zun.
There are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.
The reason why the Lord of Life uses "Life" as his title is because his magic soldiers can be reshaped by the power of the stars and forged into an indestructible shield.
The divine and demonic body he cultivated was the Ancestral Demonic Body, which was famous for its defense and had one of the best life-preserving abilities.
Putting the two together, killing him would be harder than climbing to the sky.
After doing all this, Ming Zun looked at Xue Wushao teasingly, expecting to see a hint of fear and confusion, panic and vigilance in his eyes.
But he waited for nothing.
Xue Wushao still looked at him calmly and asked, "Is it over?"
This time, Ming Zun finally changed color and narrowed his eyes.
Xue Wushao's attitude made him either a fool or he was absolutely sure of what he had accomplished.
Obviously, someone who can reach such a level of cultivation cannot be a fool, so the only possibility is the second one.
Although he didn't know where Xue Wushao's confidence came from.
Ming Zun stared at Xue Wushao with vigilance and confusion.
"If we don't hurry up, the ambergris will dissipate." Xue Wushao said.
Then, he suddenly chuckled.
"If you're done, it's my turn."
The next moment, Xue Wushao shouted, "Draw your sword!"
With a clang sound.
A dazzling sword shot up into the sky from his body and from his forehead.
Three-foot-long sword.
The Qingfeng sword has no sheath, so Xue Wushao uses his body as the sheath and uses his body to maintain the sword.
The sword blade was like white frost, flashing with cold light.
The aftermath of the blue sword flowed out, causing the onlookers to be wary and look alert.
Xue Wushao’s figure flashed at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he was already close to Ming Zun.
The sword light on his body dimmed for a brief moment.
In a moment, a sword light several times brighter than before was emitted.
Xue Wushao went out into the battle and drew his sword, and a sword rainbow flew out.
Buzz!
The sound of swords resounded throughout heaven and earth.
The sword light covered the sky.
The cold sword light completely submerged and concealed Xue Wushao's figure.
The ground, thousands of miles away, suddenly bulged up, cracks appeared, and soil, sand, and gravel splashed everywhere.
Just by raising the sword, his spirit is enough to make the sky collapse and the earth fall apart.
The next moment, the three-foot green sword was extended forward, and the vitality of heaven and earth around the sword tip rose into the air along with the sword of pacification, flowing together.
In just a moment, a giant dragon a thousand feet long appeared in the sword rainbow.
The giant dragon soared into the sky, and its head became a sword to quell the rebellion.
clang!
The sword rainbow carried the giant dragon and crashed into the ancient shield. The sound of the vibration like a huge bell spread throughout the void.
When everyone heard the loud sound of metal, they were all startled and wanted to find out what was going on, but the sword light was too bright. Even if they used their spiritual power in their eyes, they could not penetrate the sword light and see the situation in the center of the battlefield.
Wherever the sword light reached, only the sound of sword sound could be heard, and nothing else could be seen.
Looking back again, a figure had already rushed out from the sword light.
Xue Wushao, who had just gone into battle, escaped from the sword light and returned to the Yumen City Gate in the blink of an eye.
"One round has passed, and Ming Zun has been defeated." Xue Wushao announced loudly, and then took the wine cup from Yu Canghai.
Less than five breaths had passed.
The ambergris is still there and has not dissipated.
"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission." Xue Wushao drank the ambergris in the cup in one gulp, then threw the cup away and said proudly, "It's delicious!"
The wine cup fell straight down from the sky, all the way down, and finally landed on the city wall of Yumen Pass, colliding with it and making a sound.
The sound of "dang" is crisp and pleasant.
It seems like breaking the cup is a signal.
At this moment, the sword light in the sky dissipated, allowing people to see the scene clearly.
Everyone immediately looked over, wondering what was going on.
The next moment, everything was silent.
In the center of the battlefield, the face of the Lord of Life was distorted, as if he was enduring some tremendous pain.
Glass cracks appeared on his crystal-like shield, and the blood armor brought by the demon body of Huangzu was also defeated and dissipated.
A huge hole appeared in his chest.
The wound took a long time to heal .
The life-preserving ability that Ming Zun was proud of was not just a reputation, so he did not die.
But under Xue Wushao's sword, the ancient shield that he was so proud of was broken, and the demon body of the ancestor of the wilderness that he was so proud of was pierced through the heart by the sword, and the flesh and blood of the wound were squirming.
The sharp sword intent eroded his vitality and slowed down the healing of his wounds.
How could an eighth-level swordsman be able to achieve such a feat with just one sword?
Mingzun's face twitched, and it was unknown whether it was because of the injuries on his body or something else.
He was angry, fearful, and confused.
There was even a hint of fear.
Because if Xue Wushao could deliver the same second sword, third sword, or even fourth sword today, he might even die at Yumen Pass.
In fact, if Xue Wushao could deliver the second or third sword, he would have done so.
But he can't.
clank!
Where the sword sounds, a rainbow returns to Yumen Pass.
The three-foot-long green sword turned back, emitting a cold light and piercing into Xue Wushao's body.
Ten years to sharpen the sword, but the frosty blade has never been tested.
Today I will show you, who has any grievances?
Xue Wushao's sword is named Pingluan.
Today I will draw my sword and 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 Wushao Peak only practiced one move in his entire life, the sword-cultivation technique of the outer sword.
But this one sword alone is already better than 99% of the sword practitioners in the world.
This is Xue Wushao's sword-maintaining technique.
Ten years to sharpen a sword?
That's a mortal.
Xue Wushao's sword has actually been in existence for 1,231 years.
Therefore, even a top-level Demon Lord, even a Life Lord who is good at defense, would be defeated and severely injured by this sword, and it would be difficult to recover from the injuries without years or even decades.
Unfortunately, he only has this one sword.
"If I could keep the sword for another three thousand years, I could kill you with one sword today." Xue Wushao said regretfully.
The longer you practice sword-cultivation, the more powerful it will be.
Xue Wushao has a sword that he has kept for a thousand years, which can seriously injure the Demon Lord.
If one could maintain the sword for four thousand years, it would be possible 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 distorted expression of the Lord of Life in the sky, and they all knew the result.
So, the next moment.
Outside Yumen Pass, there was complete silence.
Inside Yumen Pass, there were cheers and joy.
Exactly, half heaven, half hell.
Later generations praised it in poems:
The first achievement to intimidate the demon clan is the clanging of Yumen’s sword.
Without the sheath, he stopped drinking and showed his bravery; the ambergris is still in his body and he is defeated.