The high-pitched voice echoed throughout the audience.
A moment later, the golden sword light was like a meteor falling from the sky, landing on the stage of life and death.
Immediately, a tall and tall figure appeared in front of everyone.
He looks twenty-seven or eight years old, with deep black eyes, slanting handsome eyebrows, thin and pursed lips, a cold and arrogant look between his brows, and an extremely powerful aura in his movements, which puts him above all living beings.
It is Jian Wuya!
When Ye Fan entered the sect, Jian Wuya was the number one disciple in the inner courtyard, and was even hailed as another peerless genius after Taoist disciple Han Xiao.
In fact, Jian Wuya did not disappoint.
During the assessment of the Tongtian Holy Ladder, he climbed to the 945th floor and was considered a once-in-a-century genius.
It's a pity that Ye Fan suddenly appeared and climbed to the legendary 1000th floor, suppressing the glory of Jian Wuya!
But this does not mean that Jian Wuya is weak.
On the contrary, after the Tongtian Holy Staircase test, he was immediately accepted as a closed disciple by Ling Fengzi, one of the seven disciples of Yunhai.
Ling Fengzi was originally a sword cultivator and a master of swordsmanship. In recent days, Jian Wuya's cultivation has also improved by leaps and bounds. It was like he was on a rocket and had broken through to the realm of the Seventh Transformation of Gods.
In terms of pure level, he is not the most powerful among the true disciples, but in terms of combat power, few can compete with him.
The other true disciples could not take ten moves under his sword.
At this moment, Yunhai Xianmen faced the provocation from the successor of the Supreme Sect, and Jian Wuya finally stood up.
…
At the same time, Yun Feiyang on the opposite side has been secretly sizing up Jian Wuya.
Although Jian Wuya just stood quietly, no one could ignore his presence. His body revealed a sharp aura, which was like an unsheathed sword. It was sharp and sharp, making people dare not look directly at it.
Shocked and frightened.
The three-foot green sharp edge held tightly in the hand is sharpened on one side, and the blade is extremely sharp. The blade is extremely smooth and can be directly reflected in the face. The mysterious patterns carved on the hilt reflect the holy aura, and there is a hint of coldness in the clarity.
The dim light is also imprinted with two simple seal script characters——
Tiandu!
This ancient sword was the weapon of a certain sect senior thousands of years ago. Jian Wuya obtained it from the Sea of Buried Swords and restored its brightness.
"What a strong sword spirit!"
Heroes cherish each other, Yun Feiyang sighed sincerely, but then changed the subject: "But - he's still a little worse than me!"
"Zheng!"
Jian Wuya flicked the Tiandu Sword, a dragon-like sword chant resounded throughout the world, and obvious ripples appeared in the air.
"Which is strong or weak? It doesn't matter what I say, and it doesn't matter what you say!"
"The sword has the final say!"
Jian Wuya's voice was extremely proud.
He is also proud, but his pride is completely different from Yun Feiyang's.
Yun Feiyang is arrogant, arrogant, aloof, domineering, thinking he is superior to all living beings, and does not take others into consideration.
Jian Wuya is proud, which depends on his persistence in the way of swordsmanship and his confidence in his own strength. This kind of pride is inherent.
The proud sword reaches the clouds, slays demons and pacifies the world!
This kind of pride will not bully the weak just because you are powerful.
"snort!"
Yun Feiyang sneered, half-squinted his narrow eyes, and said disdainfully: "Since you don't believe it, then I will defeat you in the field you are best at!"
After saying this, Yun Feiyang grabbed his right hand, and an ancient sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The ancient sword is completely black and natural, with no trace of polishing visible. It is like a natural treasure that must have come from the ruins.
Yun Feiyang held the ancient sword in his hand, and the aura on his body suddenly changed dramatically. The fierce will came out of his body, which was ten times stronger than before. It felt like an angry sea crashing on the shore.
He was like a sword god descending into the world, overwhelming Jian Wuya in terms of momentum.
"One sword writes the Spring and Autumn Period!"
"Two swords separate yin and yang!"
"Three swords can reverse the universe!"
"Four swords determine the country!"
"Five swords seize fortune!"
"Six swords sweep the world!"
"Seven Swords ascend to the throne!"
Yun Feiyang muttered words while waving the long sword in his hand. The awe-inspiring sword energy surged like the might of heaven and filled the entire platform of life and death.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The endless sword energy seems to travel through time and space, coming from before eternity. It seems that there is a majestic god writing the Spring and Autumn Period and sculpting the epic.
No one can imagine that sword energy can contain such majestic, grand, and lofty will, which has already elevated sword skills and sword moves to the level of "Tao".
This is the supreme realm pursued by countless swordsmen, and many young disciples present were moved.
…
"This is the ancient way of swordsmanship - "The Supreme Sword Technique"!"
In the audience, Elder Zhaixingzi was the first to recognize this magical power, and his face suddenly turned gloomy.
Although the Taishang Sect was exterminated and fled into the ruins, it does not mean that the sect's magical powers and moves are not powerful. It is just that the Yunhai Immortal Lord back then was too strong!
In fact, as one of the nine ancient sects, the Taishang Sect was more powerful at its peak than the Yunhai Immortal Sect today.
Elder Zhaixingzi has seen descriptions of this "Tai Shang Sword Technique" in ancient books. It is rumored that it was created by a certain amazing power. There are seven moves in total, and each move has the power to conquer the world.
effect.
By using all seven moves together, you can reach the supreme realm, which no one can reach.
Feeling the strength of his opponent, a solemn look appeared on Jian Wuya's face. He did not dare to show any signs of neglect. He tightly held the Tiandu Sword in his hand and circulated his inner energy.
"Stab it!"
Jian Wuya straightened his sword and took one step forward, like a meteor tearing through the darkness, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
The sword energy, as strong as a dragon, was generated instantly, and it also contained Jian Wuya's lifelong will to swordsmanship, to be invincible and to cut everything.
"Break it for me!"
Jian Wuya roared loudly, the sound was like thunder, shaking the sky and the earth.
"Hmph! A worm shakes a tree, and you don't know what you can do!"
Yun Feiyang looked disdainful and waved the long sword in his hand casually. The sword energy in the sky instantly converged, like mercury pouring down the ground, and it shrank towards the position where Jian Wuya was, like a storm of sword blades.
"Clang, Clang, Clang, Clang!"
A series of harsh sounds sounded, gold and iron mingled, and sparks flew everywhere.
In an instant, the Tiandu Sword in Jian Wuya's hand collided with the sword energy emitted from the "Tai Shang Sword Art" thousands of times. Terrifying energy fluctuations arose, and the surrounding space shook and collapsed.
broken.
Countless sword marks also appeared on the ground of the specially-made life and death platform, which was shocking.
"Stab it!"
Suddenly, Jian Wuya's left shoulder was pierced by the sharp sword energy, and the first blood flower bloomed, dyeing his clothes red.
Immediately afterwards, there is the second path, the third path, the fourth path...
Although Jian Wuya is a sword cultivator, there is no doubt that his physical body is extremely powerful and he is considered the best among his peers. Even monks who specialize in physical training are not much better than him.
However, the sword energy activated by Yun Feiyang contained the aura of annihilation, which was too overbearing and could not be defeated with the physical body.
In just a few minutes, Jian Wuya was covered in blood, as if he had been tortured by being cut into pieces with thousands of knives. Looking from a distance, he looked like a bloody man.
Seeing such a tragic scene, the millions of disciples present had their eyes red and tears welling up in their eyes. They really couldn't imagine the torture Jian Wuya was suffering.
However, even though his body was completely bruised and bruised, Jian Wuya didn't even let out a scream. He still stubbornly held his head high and continued to move forward while waving the Tiandu Sword.
And the distance between him and Yun Feiyang continued to shrink.
Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...
At five meters, Jian Wuya finally gave out his strength, but in the moment before falling to the ground, he drained all his inner strength, letting a trace of sword energy break through the shackles, and rushed forward.
"Whoosh!"
This trace of sword energy carried all hope and stabbed Yun Feiyang's face.
When Yun Feiyang saw this, he smiled jokingly and did not dodge, but stood still, motionless.
That calm and composed look did not seem to take Jian Wuya's desperate measures into consideration at all.
"昘!"
Under the gaze of everyone, the sword energy finally struck Yun Feiyang's body.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Yun Feiyang stood still, with the smile on his face unchanged, and seemed not to be affected in any way.
Suddenly, a strand of hair on his body slowly slipped down and floated to the ground!
Jian Wuya tried his best and was covered with bruises. The sword energy he blasted out in the end only cut off a strand of Yun Feiyang's hair.