This result is only one inch away from the three feet proposed by Yun Feiyang.
Upon learning this result, millions of disciples on the field were stunned at the same time, with strange expressions on their faces.
In their view, Jian Wuya has the realm of the Seventh Transformation of Gods, his swordsmanship is unparalleled, and with the sacred weapon Baquan Sword given by Elder Zhai Xingzi, success in the challenge should be a matter of course.
Who knew this would be the result.
At this moment, Jian Wuya held the hilt of the sword tightly, with blazing flames burning in his eyes.
Just a little bit different!
Unwilling!
He was really unwilling!
"Ho ho ho!"
Jian Wuya no longer looked cold and indifferent as before, he roared deep in his throat, and his inner energy suddenly became violent and chaotic, pouring crazily into Baquan Sword.
"Whoosh!"
The Baquan Sword suddenly glowed with endless brilliance, making everyone in the venue feel as if their eyes were being stabbed, and the sun in the sky seemed eclipsed.
"Break it for me!"
Jian Wuya roared and thrust forward with his sword.
“Clang Clang Clang Clang Clang!!!”
In the flash of light and stone, he thrust out hundreds of swords, pouring all his inner energy into each sword, like a jade stone burning in a desperate move.
Even from a long distance away, other monks in the field could feel the will contained in it and were greatly shocked.
"Senior Brother Jian Wuya is indeed a swordsman wizard who can only be seen once in a century!"
"Such sword intent is too domineering and sharp!"
"He will definitely be able to create miracles, definitely!"
After another dozen breaths, Jian Wuya stopped. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and his breathing was a little rapid.
Such a high-intensity attack is also a huge burden for him.
The force of the shock coming from the branches of the world caused the jaw of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword to crack and drip with blood, but he ignored it and stared straight at the branches of the world in front of him.
There are hundreds of sword holes all over there, varying in depth.
The disciple next to him immediately came up, took out a ruler and began to measure, and at the same time reported the number:
"Two feet eight inches!"
"Two feet six inches!"
"Two feet seven inches!"
…
One number after another resounded throughout the audience.
Countless people's faces showed expressions of anticipation.
However, as time went by, their expressions quickly became lonely again.
Until the disciple finished explaining the depth of all the sword holes, the best result still did not exceed two feet nine inches.
"hateful!"
Jian Wuya gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, feeling extremely depressed.
At this moment, not only him, but also everyone present felt a strong sense of unwillingness.
It was just a tiny bit short of making the arrogant Yun Feiyang bow his head and apologize, but...
"a ha ha ha……"
Suddenly, Yun Feiyang let out a burst of unbridled laughter, looked at Jian Wuya and said loudly: "A slight difference is a thousand miles away! If you lose, you lose, there is no excuse! It seems like it is only an inch away, but
This is your limit, accept your fate!"
Hearing these heart-wrenching words, Jian Wuya was furious and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face was pale and his breath was weak.
As a swordsman prodigy, he has a strong will and would not be interfered by outsiders under normal circumstances, but at this moment, his Taoism was greatly frustrated.
This was not the first time he had experienced this feeling of powerlessness.
During the test of the Tongtian Holy Staircase, he climbed to more than 900 floors, leaving all his peers behind.
At the last moment, Ye Fan seemed to be on a rocket, all the way up to the top.
And Jian Wuya tried his best, but couldn't get to the next level. He knew that this was a gap in talent. Such a gap could not be made up with hard work. It was destined by God.
He is already considered a prodigy with amazing talent and talent. He only meets once in a hundred years, but there is still a mountain high.
Now, Jian Wuya once again felt that sense of powerlessness. No matter how hard he tried, even if he borrowed the power of the Baquan Sword, he could only penetrate two feet nine inches at most!
The last inch of distance seems small, but it seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and thousands of seas, which is simply insurmountable.
At this time, Yun Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he scanned the entire audience, revealing his superior pride, and said provocatively: "What? Is this the strongest disciple of your sect? What kind of ancestral court of Tao has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, just like this
Do you have any skills?"
"There is no one in the Sea of Clouds Immortal Sect!"
…
Yun Feiyang's angry rebuke was like a slap on the face of every Yunhai Immortal Sect disciple in the field.
The silent slap is the most painful!
Many young disciples were filled with indignation and rage. Their fists clenched, but they could not say a word to refute.
Without strength, how can you talk about dignity!
It is really shameful that despite all the effort, it could not leave a mark three feet deep on the branches of the world.
Not only the young disciples, but also the faces of the elders who were crossing the tribulation were not good-looking, they were angry, angry, and extremely ashamed and angry.
Suddenly, a young disciple pointed at Yun Feiyang and asked: "Hmph! Do you know that the branches of the world are so strong that they cannot leave a mark three feet deep, so you deliberately raised this problem to make things difficult for us?"
These words immediately received responses from many people.
"If you have the ability, go and try it!"
"That's right! If you can, go ahead!"
"If you can't leave a mark three feet deep, then we won't accept it!"
Faced with the doubt, Yun Feiyang smiled faintly and said disdainfully: "That's ridiculous! No one could beat me in the previous duel on the life and death stage. The reason why I proposed to use the branches of the world is to save some face for you. Who can
I know you don’t appreciate it, so don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
After saying that, Yun Feiyang held the sword in his hand and walked towards the World Tree in a swagger.
"昘!"
He slashed at will, without much preparation, and didn't seem to use all his strength.
The next moment, the sharp sword pierced into the branches of the world.
The indestructible branches of the world seemed like fragile tissue in front of this sword. The sharp sword was completely submerged in it, until the hilt, the sword energy that surged out continued to move forward, penetrating deep into the branches.
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, everyone present couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, their whole bodies were shaken violently, as if they were being shocked by electricity, and their hearts were filled with huge waves. They were so surprised that they couldn't be more surprised.
Until this moment, everyone has truly realized how powerful Yun Feiyang is, superior to the younger generation. Not to mention on the Tianshu Star, throughout the entire Beidou Galaxy, there are only a handful of existences.
A few seconds later, Yun Feiyang pulled out the sharp sword from the branch very casually. His face was not red, he was not out of breath, and he was calm and calm, as if he had done something trivial.
It was in sharp contrast to Jian Wuya's effortless look.
Soon, a disciple came up with a ruler to measure.
"Six...six feet!"
The unbelievable exclamations, like a bombshell, resounded throughout the audience.
Amazing skills!
Those who had questioned Yun Feiyang before were speechless for a moment, unable to utter a single word.
In the world of immortality, strength is respected!
All status and identity are empty, only strength is eternal.
Now, with a random strike of Yun Feiyang's sword, he left a mark six feet deep in the branches of the world, which was not only more than all the younger generation disciples of Yunhai Xianmen, but also more than twice that of Jian Wuya.
It is no exaggeration to say that Yun Feiyang single-handedly trampled the younger generation of Yunhai Xianmen under his feet. Even if Taoist Han Xiao is here, he may not be able to surpass this result.
At this moment, Yun Feiyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sketching a teasing smile, and continued: "In this sword strike just now, I only used the strength of the God Transformation Stage!"
The implication is that he didn't use all his strength just now.
If he uses the magic power of the Immortal Lord, he doesn't know how shocking his achievements can be.
For a moment, the whole place was dead silent. Those true disciples were like eggplants beaten by frost, dejected. As for the disciples in the inner and outer courtyards, their faces were equally ugly.
Once upon a time, they were proud of the Yunhai Immortal Sect and worked hard to join the sect.
Who would have thought that today, the sect would be humiliated like this, but there was nothing they could do.
As for the elders, although their cultivation level was much higher than that of Yun Feiyang, they were too intimidated by their status to take action.
If Elder Zhaixingzi or True Immortal Qingming takes action, although Yun Feiyang can be suppressed, the reputation of Yunhai Immortal Sect for thousands of years will be destroyed in one day.
For Yunhai Xianmen, this is simply more unacceptable than defeat.
Yun Feiyang knew exactly this, so he dared to go to the house and cause trouble.
The next moment, he turned to look at True Immortal Qingming and said: "Master Headmaster, now the victory has been decided. Since no one in your sect can leave a mark three feet deep on the branches of the world, then we have lost."
! After thousands of years, our Supreme Sect has finally regained a victory. Of course, this is not the end, it is just the beginning! Hahahaha..."
Yun Feiyang's unbridled laughter echoed in the valley, and sounded particularly ironic to everyone's ears.
Thousands of years ago, the Taishang Sect was destroyed by Yunhai Immortal Lord, and only a few people fled to the ruins, living an ignoble existence, as humble as ants.
Who could have expected that today, ten thousand years later, Yun Feiyang would emerge from the sky, overwhelming the group of geniuses, and crushing the Yunhai Immortal Sect.
Just when many disciples were filled with grief and anger, a voice suddenly came from behind:
"What's going on? Where did the wild dog come from and dare to bark at Yunhai Xianmen?"
This voice was neither salty nor bland, speaking in a straightforward manner, without any provocation, as if it was stating some truth that was a matter of course.
Yun Feiyang's face changed drastically, his eyes burst into flames, and he yelled angrily: "Who is it? Get out of here! If you don't accept it, you can challenge me, and I'll give you death!"
While Yun Feiyang was angry, the other disciples of the Yunhai Immortal Sect present were also extremely surprised. They never expected that under such circumstances, someone would dare to provoke Yun Feiyang.
The next moment, the voice sounded again:
"Haha... You can't kill me just because of you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure walked out of the crowd.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
All the eyes of the audience were focused on that figure.
Looking from a distance, he saw a young boy with a tall and tall figure, starry eyes, and a travel-stained look, as if he had rushed back from somewhere.
Judging from the aura, this young man's realm is not very high. He has already reached the sixth stage of transformation. Many true disciples in the field are at a higher realm than him.
However, seeing his appearance clearly, the millions of disciples in the field, including the elders, were like drowning people who saw a life-saving straw, and their eyes bloomed with unprecedented brilliance.
"Senior Brother Ye Fan! He is back!"
"Great! I knew that Senior Brother Ye would not let us down!"
"Isn't that Yun Feiyang smiling happily? There will come a time when he will cry!"
"That's right! As soon as Senior Brother Ye takes action, all the bullshit flying in the air is nothing!" bdshare();