No one knows when it will come, and when it appears, it will be the end of life.
Tianyuan Wuchang's sword has also reached this point.
When the black sword in his hand disappeared, his shadow suspended in the air also disappeared without a trace!
"Tian Yuan Wuchang's martial arts has improved a lot. He has been in seclusion for these years, and it seems that he has finally achieved some results..."
Jian Shuangyin spoke lightly, and although there was a little appreciation in his tone, it was more disdainful.
Such swordsmanship is not in his eyes!
But the other people watching the battle were all concentrating, thinking quietly about how they should deal with this invisible death sword intent if they were standing in Feng Ziyue's position.
Tianyuan Wuchang's martial arts were already extremely good, and his swordsmanship was mysterious and magical. After comprehending the Death Sword Intention, he gained an otherworldly power, and most people showed cautious looks on their faces.
If you don’t put all your energy into it, I’m afraid it will be difficult to cope with it!
However, Fengziyue did not move.
like a statue.
He originally drew his sword like lightning, but after Tian Yuan Wuchang disappeared, he suddenly stopped, as if he had entered deathly silence, with not even the slightest movement in his clothes.
"Huh?"
The strong man in golden clothes who had not spoken a word suddenly frowned and let out a cry of surprise.
"It seems that he has gained nothing in understanding the heart of the galaxy and the universe..."
Linglongwan breathed a sigh of relief. Although he still didn't know the possible outcome of the battle between Feng Ziyue and Tianyuan Wuchang. But no matter what, he at least had a chance.
Although this quiet and lonely sword intention always feels a bit specious, at least when faced with Tianyuan's impermanent attack, he will not be completely unable to fight back.
"Hmph, how can a sword of this level be my opponent?"
Tianyuan Wuchang's sneer came from nowhere. The shadow of death always shrouded Feng Ziyue's head, but for a long time, he still didn't show up!
"The competition at this time is the patience and foundation of the two of them..."
The Great Priest sighed, shook his head slightly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, as if he was recalling something.
He secretly clenched his fists and frowned more and more.
He naturally had his purpose in bringing Feng Ziyue here, but he didn't want him to fall into the hands of Tian Yuan Wuchang. This time, the Seventh Man in the Heavens was a bit stronger than he expected. Feng Ziyue
The effect is even greater.
It's a pity that now that the two are fighting, he can't intervene at all, and he is even more anxious.
"This kid is so impatient and insists on ending so early, that's all... If it is Bi Jianyi's understanding, he may not be able to defeat Tianyuan Wuchang, but now Bi Genji..."
The palms of Daimuji's palms were moist and hot, and they were sweating unconsciously.
Compared with Tianyuan Wuchang's tens of thousands of years of cultivation, how can he be on the same order of magnitude as a young man like Feng Ziyue, who is only in his twenties?
If this situation continues to be a stalemate, the first person to be unable to hold on must be Feng Ziyue!
Clang!
There was only a sound of gold and iron that sounded as clear as a dragon's roar. As expected by the Great Priest, Feng Ziyue no longer remained completely still, but inexplicably pierced the void with a backhand sword!
"Oops!"
The face of the great priest changed color. If Feng Ziyue could remain unchanged in response to all the changes, he would at least be in an invincible position. At this time, if he takes action first, his energy has been exhausted, and Tianyuan Impermanence can attack later.
He is dead!
"Hahahahaha!"
Tianyuan Wuchang burst out laughing, "Sure enough, you can't help it anymore, then, die now!"
Before he finished speaking, the black sword tip suddenly appeared in the air, viciously stabbing three inches below Feng Ziyue's ribs!
There is no way to avoid it!
The timing, angle, and speed of this sword seemed to have been calculated very accurately in advance. Feng Ziyue's body was deflected when he drew the sword. There was no way he could avoid this fatal sword in such a short period of time!
Just like no one can avoid death!
Everyone present changed their colors!
Could it be that Feng Ziyue is about to perish in this sword?
Although with the help of the Supreme Sword Palace, what is fighting now is just the shadow of each person, but this shadow is also the condensed of all the energy and spirit. Once killed, he himself will be at least seriously injured!
Tian Yuan Wuchang struck such a ruthless sword, how could he leave any room for it!
Just when everyone closed their eyes, they heard a "dang" sound, mixed with Tianyuan Wuchang's disbelieving exclamation, as the two phantoms touched each other in the air and floated away!
Feng Ziyue, still wearing white clothes, stood firmly on the spot!
"How can it be?"
The Great Priest was stunned!
When Tianyuan Wuchang's black sword tip appeared just now, Feng Ziyue had no room for resistance, but he didn't know how the long sword in his hand shot backhand at an incredible angle and speed, and the sword tip was piercing Tianyuan Wuchang's sword.
Above the tip!
Sparks flying!
Tian Yuan Wuchang's fatal sword was actually calmly defused by him when there was no time to strike!
The two of them faced off against each other with swords, and each of them retreated, but Tian Yuan Wuchang looked pale!
His sword moves are meant to be death hidden in the darkness. When the sword tip appears, it should be the time for the opponent to fall.
One hit missed, the momentum was exhausted!
If it were a sword duel, he would have lost half of his moves in just one encounter!
"How can it be……"
He gritted his teeth, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his wrists felt sore. He had never felt such fear since he became a master of martial arts!
What kind of evil method did the young man across from him use to break his sword moves?
He has already killed his son and the four most proud disciples, and now he is trying to stop him in the inheritance of the Wenxinjian Canon...could it be said that this person is his nemesis?
"laugh!"
Jian Shuangyin sneered again.
"Tian Yuan Wuchang, after all, is still hopeless. Facing such a young man, he has lost confidence... There is no need to watch this battle anymore..."
After he said this, he actually closed his eyes seriously, not even bothering to look at it again.
Yan Luo Hongchen and Yan Wuba looked at each other in shock, their hands and feet weak.
They had clearly seen Tian Yuan Wuchang's sword attack just now. No matter which one of them... no, even if both of them attacked together, they would be skewered by that sword attack.
But Feng Ziyue resolved this sword!
Faced with such teenagers, what qualifications do they have to claim to be the number one among the younger generation?
Just listen to Feng Ziyue's long and loud laugh.
"Master Tianyuan Sect, the sword of death is really powerful. I was able to resolve it by luck. Now I have a sword. I would like to invite Master Tianyuan Sect to taste it!"
When he showed his long sword, his brilliance suddenly appeared!
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