Everyone: I started with a mythical talent, and I killed a god with one sword

Level 70, which is the realm of half-step saint, is called half-saint.

Strictly speaking, Xiang Wuhui is still a cultivator within the range of the sixth-turn venerable, and has not yet completely broken into the first turn.

But his attributes are far more than ordinary venerables...

This is because he is an elite.

It is generally difficult for a lower-level human in a copy of the world to become an elite, unless he is refined into a living puppet or a monster.

Monsters are easily judged as elite monsters and gain a lot of attribute additions.

Just like the head of the Shanling Sect, Yue Chenshan.

It is almost impossible to rely on one's own cultivation to obtain the recognition of the world rules and survive as an elite.

But this sword venerable did it.

Ni Shuang's eyes were sharp, Jiang Yunqing also began to buff everyone, and Ji Yao was even about to start summoning soul monsters to join the battle!

The old man immediately activated the sword marks, forming a cage and surrounding everyone, so they naturally wanted to take action.

Su Ming felt sweat pouring down his back.

Once the old sword master was angered, I'm afraid none of them would be able to leave.

His strength is definitely one of the best in this world.

Su Ming immediately winked and whispered.

"Ni Shuang, Ji Yao, Yun Qing, don't do it yet!"

Everyone's eyes condensed, and they quickly restrained their skills.

Su Ming stepped forward and said to Xiang Wuhui in a serious tone.

"To the senior, please unlock this sword energy cage." Xiang Wuhui clasped his fists and bowed with a respectful attitude.

Xiang Wuhui stood up, dusted off his dirty Taoist robes covered with dust, and said expressionlessly.

"You have to promise me that you will get off the mountain, and I will be able to unlock this sword energy cage..."

"Hiss...wait a minute."

Xiang Wuhui's eyes suddenly flashed with a bit of surprise.

"Little boy, do you know who I am?"

He approached Su Ming and asked with a frown.

Because Su Ming just said a sentence to the senior, accurately saying your surname!

"Of course, the senior has been a big shot in the world for many years, and the handsome scenes of beheading demons and eliminating monsters have been copied as paintings."

"Although you are no longer out, your legend is everywhere in the world, and I recognized you at a glance."

Su Ming smiled indifferently, a set of flattery combos, which can be said to be a heart-wrenching word.

Unfortunately, Xiang Wuhui is a pure cultivator, so it is impossible for him to be dazzled by such praise.

He raised his head and drank a sip of wine, smiled slightly, and looked at Su Ming.

"Haha, little bastard, you're quite clever."

"You're really good at flattering people."

"It's a pity that this demon-suppressing tower is a forbidden place that determines the fate of the human world. I still can't let you go even if you promise not to leave." bastard shook his head and said.

bastard's face was a little drunken, and his words were not polite at all, but from beginning to end, bastard never killed Su Ming and his party.

So Su Ming can be sure that this old senior is indeed a decent master of Shushan, and he can negotiate!

This person's swordsmanship can definitely give him some pointers.

For such a sword master, you must be sincere and wise, not brute force.

"This demon-suppressing tower, I don't have to go in."

"I came from afar, and I have no ill intentions. I want to come to Shushan to learn from a master in order to explore the essence of swordsmanship."

"But I didn't expect that this place is already a wasteland..."

Su Ming said, his face became extremely sincere.

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Wuhui smiled carefreely.

"Hahaha, little bastard."

"You weren't so polite when you ignored my dissuasion on the bridge just now."

He flicked his sleeves and said loudly.

Su Ming frowned slightly when he heard this...

No wonder the old sword master's voice was so familiar.

It turned out that the voice on the illusory bridge that dissuaded him from returning was left by this senior.

"Could it be that the formation was also left by you?" Su Ming asked doubtfully.

Xiang Wuhui shook his head.

"That formation was left by my senior brother."

"You know that the Shushan Sword Sect has been destroyed and no one has reinforced it. This demon-suppressing tower cannot suppress the demon beasts forever."

"It is necessary for sword cultivators from the outside world to enter and help suppress and kill them."

"So, you left me an entrance formation for the Shushan Sword Sect secret realm."

"However, you miscalculated one step. That is, the demons are not stupid. They have slaughtered human sword cultivators and burned sword techniques in recent years, almost killing off a generation of sword cultivators."

"Nowadays, there should be few sword cultivators in the human race, right?"

Looking at Su Ming, he asked leisurely.

Su Ming nodded.

Xiang Wuhui has never left the mountain, but he is almost right about what happened in the world.

He is worthy of being a half-saint of Shushan.

He should also be proficient in the method of calculation.

Xiang Wuhui's senior brother... that is, the last leader of the Shushan Sword Sect before its demise.

So it was that formation that he left behind...

Su Ming was somewhat surprised.

No wonder the traces of the sword formation were so exquisite and natural.

That person was a true sword saint with the strength of a master!

But this is a B-level copy, and a master saint-level cultivator is unlikely to appear. He may be a historical figure.

So that person should be the last one who died in the Shushan Sword Sect.

This also made Su Ming curious. What happened that year that caused the master sword saint to die?

Xiang Wuhui's eyes showed a few imperceptible sighs.

"The human sword cultivators have become extinct."

"In that case, the formation that you left behind is completely causing trouble for me!"

As he spoke, Xiang Wuhui's face became somewhat unhappy.

"Fortunately, the formation can only be opened once."

"After you get out, no one can come in again."

"Let me wait for the seal to be broken and perish together with these monsters."

He looked at the sky and said calmly.

He made a conclusion about his own sacrifice lightly, but without any excitement.

This is truly putting life and death aside.

He had no intention of teaching swordsmanship at all, nor did he mean to let Su Ming stay here.

Xiang Wuhui's attitude was very firm.

But Su Ming was not desperate.

He saw the corner of his mouth curled slightly, smiled slightly, and said.

"Senior... Aren't you curious about how we got in if there was no sword cultivator before?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Wuhui's eyes condensed slightly.

"Hmm?"

"Little boy." Xiang Wuhui looked at Su Ming suddenly, his face was pale, and there was a slight fluctuation.

"Hearing what you said, does that big formation have to be opened by a sword cultivator?"

After that battle, Xiang Wuhui practiced and guarded in front of the Demon Suppression Tower for many years.

He never checked the formation because his senior brother did not tell him the location of the formation, for fear of destroying it.

Xiang Wuhui has always wanted to sacrifice himself and die with those monsters, and he does not want the younger generation of outside cultivators to come in and die.

So the Sword Saint Wei Tianhai arranged the formation in a very secretive way, and did not tell Xiang Wuhui the exact location.

Su Ming nodded solemnly.

"That's right."

Since the formation was not left by Xiang Wuhui, then he has something to say.

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