The luck of the people from Dongying was extremely bad. They slammed into Xue Wusuan's hands without dying, and then they were taken away inexplicably. Not only has the eldest son of his own family been deprived of martial arts and locked up, but the thousand ghost chakras he brought with him are now less than a hundred dead.

Relatively fortunate is Jue Xin's younger brother Jue Tian. This guy did not participate in the attack on the Tianxia Association at that time, nor did he stay in the temporary station to take care of the captured martial artists. So escaped.

However, the days of absolute days are not very good. From five days ago, he had to hide in the forest, and he didn't dare to show his face outside at all. Now there are his sea capture documents everywhere, as well as the joint encirclement and suppression of the major forces. The most helpless thing is that the characteristics of the ghosts around him are too obvious. Everyone has ghost masks on their faces, and under the masks are all faces that have been burnt and completely disfigured. As soon as this feature goes out, it will be discovered immediately.

Now things are out of control, at least in Juetian's eyes, he has no way to regain his reputation. But the problem is that even if you want to go back to Dongying now, you can't. All the piers along the coast are well guarded, and the gang of giant whales of the sea are said to be checking the ships passing by.

It can be said that these remnants of Dongying people are now in a dilemma. Sooner or later it will be found out.

On this day, in the main altar of the World Association, the broken army that had been sitting cross-legged in the hall for fifteen days finally moved. Lightning shot out from the figure, and when he reached the outside of the hall, he raised his head and let out a long roar. The sword intent on his body was soaring to the sky, spreading hundreds of feet in a radius, causing all the sword-wielding gang members around to be unable to control their weapons. He left the sheath, flew out into the air, and gathered next to Po Jun, layer by layer like a peacock unfolding, forming a huge sword grinding disc that stretched out no less than ten feet in a circle!

"Po Jun, if you want to try a move, you can try it at the Kamikaze Tangtang that is about to be demolished over there, don't hurt here."

Qin Shuang came and found that Po Jun was surging with momentum, gathering strength, which was obviously a precursor to preparing to make a move. Seeing the grinding disc of the sword around him, Qin Shuang knew that this move was probably the "return of ten thousand swords", and also wanted to see the power of what is known as "the most powerful sword move for living beings".

When Po Jun heard the words, he exerted force under his feet, and quickly swept towards the Shenfengtang below, followed by Qin Shuang, who was watching the fun.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

With the loud shout of Po Jun, the sharp swords hovering around him have turned into a torrent and are like a pair of training, and each sharp sword is wrapped with the sword intent and sword energy condensed by Po Jun. The power has increased tenfold.

The torrent of swords circled in a circle in the air, as if Po Jun was deliberately guiding it, trying to experience some tricks in the use of moves, and then rolled towards the Divine Wind Hall, which was fifty meters in radius and five meters in height.

It doesn't seem very appropriate to describe it as destructive. Qin Shuang felt that "dissolving" was more appropriate to describe the wiped Kamikaze. There was no such thing as the masonry splashing or the deafening roar as imagined. Some were just silently broken into pieces. The entire palace was slashed back and forth by a sharp sword, and it was as fine as sand when it finally landed. ! A thick layer was laid flat on the ground. The appearance of the palace just now is no longer there.

Po Jun retreated, his face turned pale instantly, he was even unable to stand, and slumped on the ground. Breathing heavily. But the smile on his face was wild and joyous.

It can be seen that Po Jun is the practice of Wan Jian Guizong. But it doesn't seem to have done all the work, otherwise it wouldn't look like this after one move.

It doesn't matter anymore. Po Jun is now happy in his heart. From the day he learned swordsmanship, he knew the most powerful swordsmanship. And has always made it his lifelong pursuit. When he was abolished by Lord Yama that day, Po Jun was really heartbroken. But who would have thought, but whether it was extremely peaceful, by chance, he finally got what he wanted.

Wanjian Guizong is worthy of being the strongest sword move for living beings. Just by comprehending, Po Jun's abolished skills began to be replaced by more and more sword energy. In the past, true essence and internal force existed in the meridians, but now it is all sword energy! Although Zhen Yuan and Jian Qi seem to be on a par at the moment in essence, Po Jun feels that today's Sword Qi is more suitable for him.

After regaining some strength, Po Jun stood up, pulled out a sword and a sword from his back, and threw it on the ground like trash. The sword is called Greedy Wolf, and the sword is called Seven Kills. It is a magical soldier who has spent untold hardships finding it. Now he doesn't care.

"I am now a sword! Since I have been tempered for thousands of years, why should I use these ordinary things as a foil?"

Po Jun feels right, he is now a sword. Even if he stood still, even if his body was empty now, Qin Shuang's eyes on the side were a scabbard sword with cold light and ferocious aura.

Qin Shuang secretly said in his heart, "This army-breaking sword move has now been completed, and the strength has increased dramatically, but I don't know if I can still drive it."

While Qin Shuang was thinking about it, Po Jun walked up to him, and without thinking, knelt down and kowtowed to him, calling him "Master", and showing a respectful attitude, without appearing to be contrived.

Qin Shuang raised Po Jun with both hands, and then smiled: "Po Jun, I see that you have already practiced the ten thousand swords and returned to the ancestors, and now the strength of the world has reached the top of my world~lightnovelpub.net~ You don't need to be in front of me anymore. It's a great gift. I won't need to be called my master in the future."

When Po Jun heard the words, he shook his head again and again. He replied: "Master's words are not good. Lord Yama ordered me to follow the master's side, follow the labor of dogs and horses, and be consistent in breaking the army. I must not forget the honor of master and servant just because of a mere sword move. I hope master will not do it in the future. Say it again."

Po Jun made it clear. He recognized that Qin Shuang was the master and it was Lord Yama's order, and he would not dare to disobey it even if it was different now. He even felt that Qin Shuang was testing him. Naturally he refused to change his tune.

After the strength became stronger, Po Jun's reverence for Lord Yama in his heart increased instead of decreasing. Especially after practicing this Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect. It is said to be "the strongest sword of life", but in Po Jun's eyes, it is somewhat unworthy of the name. At least this Ten Thousand Swords Guizong is far worse than the sword finger that Lord Yama used that day, which can imprison a radius of hundreds of feet.

"Perhaps there is no such thing as "the strongest" in this world. The strongest is just a comment given by the weak who admire themselves. This is limiting the will to climb up! I can't do this if I break the army!"

The strength of the Po Jun has greatly improved, suppressing the scene, and making the world more stable internally. Those absent-minded martial artists who were forced to surrender no longer dared to discuss or complain in private.

Compared to Qin Shuang, the new punishment hall master, Po Jun, was a completely tyrannical figure. As soon as he took office, ten masters who did not work hard were dismembered by him. Means bloody, creepy.

"Five months! In five months, I don't want to see any more voices from the Central Plains martial arts that refuse to accept my world association! Anyone who dares to slack off should be handed over to the punishment hall! Do you understand?"

Qin Shuang's order came out from the World Association, and then the **** blood was once again set off, and at the same time, an unprecedented dispute over the unified martial arts!