"Jian Wuya, I want to fight!"

A loud voice resounded throughout the audience.

A moment later, the golden sword light fell on the platform of life and death like a meteor.

Immediately, a tall figure appeared in front of everyone.

Twenty-seven, eight years old, with deep black eyes, slanted sword eyebrows, thin and pursed lips, cold and arrogant between the eyebrows, and extremely powerful aura in every move, surpassing the countless people.

It’s Jian Wuya!

When Ye Fan entered the sect, Jian Wuya was the first disciple of the inner courtyard, and was even known as another peerless genius after his successor Han Xiao.

In fact, Jian Wuya did not disappoint.

During the assessment of Tongtian Holy Ladder, he climbed to the 945th floor, which can be regarded as a once-in-a-century genius.

It’s a pity that Ye Fan came out of nowhere and climbed to the legendary 1000th floor, suppressing Jian Wuya’s glory!

But this does not mean that Jian Wuya is weak.

On the contrary, after the Tongtian Holy Ladder assessment, he was immediately accepted as a closed disciple by Ling Fengzi among the seven sons of the Yunhai.

Ling Fengzi is a sword cultivator and a master of the sword. Jian Wuya's cultivation has also made great progress these days, just like he has taken a rocket and has already broken through to the realm of the seventh transformation realm of the God Transformation Realm.

From the perspective of realm alone, he is not the most powerful among true disciples, but in terms of combat effectiveness, almost few people can compete with him.

Other true disciples could not take ten moves under his sword.

At this moment, facing the provocation of the descendants of the Taishang Sect, Jian Wuya finally stood up.

......

At the same time, Yun Feiyang on the opposite side was also secretly looking at Jian Wuya.

Although Jian Wuya was just standing quietly, no one could ignore his existence. His body revealed a sharp aura, like a sharp sword that was unsheathed, showing its sharpness, making people afraid to look directly and feel terrifying.

The three-foot green edge held in my hand, with a single-sided blade, the sharp blade is extremely sharp, the sword blade is extremely smooth, and can be reflected directly. The mysterious patterns are carved on the hilt of the sword, reflecting the holy spirit, and a hint of cold light is hidden in the clearness, and two ancient seal characters are also imprinted with -

Tiandu!

This ancient sword was a soldier from a senior of a sect a thousand years ago. Jian Wuya got it from the sea of ​​burial swords, making it reappear.

"What a strong sword intent!"

When the heroes cherish each other, Yun Feiyang sighed sincerely, but then changed his tone: "But - it's a little worse than me!"

"Zheng!"

Jian Wuya flicked the Tiandu Sword lightly, and the dragon-like sword roared throughout the world, and obvious ripples appeared in the air.

"Whoever is stronger and who is weaker, I don't have the final say, and what you say doesn't have the final say!"

"Sword, have the final say!"

Jian Wuya's voice was extremely proud.

It is also arrogance, but his arrogance is completely different from Yun Feiyang.

Yun Feiyang is arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, domineering, and thinks he is above all sentient beings and does not take others seriously.

Jian Wuya is pride, which depends on his persistence in swordsmanship and confidence in his own strength. This pride is inherent.

Proud sword and steer the clouds, kill demons and eliminate demons, and pacify the world!

This kind of pride will not bully the weak because of its own strength.

"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 that, Yun Feiyang grabbed his right hand and an ancient sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The ancient sword is pitch black and natural, and cannot be seen as any sign of polishing. It is like a natural treasure, which must have come from the ruins.

Yun Feiyang held the ancient sword in his hand, and the aura on his body suddenly changed tremendously. His sharp will came out of his body, which was ten times bigger than before, and he felt like the tide of anger was striking against the shore.

He was like a sword god coming to the world, with his momentum over Jian Wuya.

"A sword to write spring and autumn!"

"The two swords divide yin and yang!"

"Three swords go against the universe!"

"Four swords determine the country!"

"Five swords seize the fortune!"

"Six swords sweep the world!"

"Seven Swords ascend to the Supreme Supreme!"

Yun Feiyang muttered something, and at the same time waving the long sword in his hand. The sword energy was turbulent, like the mighty power of heaven, and it immediately filled the entire life and death stage.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"

The endless sword energy seems to travel through time and space, coming from eternity, it seems that there is a great god writing the spring and autumn and engraving epics.

No one can imagine that the sword energy can contain such a magnificent, grand and lofty will, which has sublimated the sword technique and sword moves into "Tao".

This is the supreme realm pursued by countless swordsmen, and many young disciples present were moved.

......

"This is the ancient swordsmanship - "The Supreme Sword Art"!"

Off the stage, Elder Zhaixingzi was the first to recognize this magical power, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Although the Taishang Sect was destroyed and escaped into the ruins, it does not mean that the magical powers and moves of this sect are not powerful, but the Immortal Yunhai was too strong back then!

In fact, as one of the nine ancient sects, the power of the Taishang Sect at its peak was better than that of today's Yunhai Immortal Sect.

Elder Zhaixingzi has seen a description of this "Taishang Sword Art" in ancient books. It is rumored that this was created by a stunning and stunning powerful man. There are seven moves in total, each move has the effect of seizing the creation of heaven and earth.

If you use all seven moves, you can reach the supreme realm, and no one can reach it.

Feeling the opponent's strength, Jian Wuya's face showed a solemn look, and did not dare to neglect at all. He held the Tiandu Sword in his hand tightly and activated his internal strength.

"Thorn!"

Jian Wuya stood up and stepped out, like a shooting star tearing apart the darkness, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The stout sword energy as thick as a dragon was generated instantly, and it also contained Jian Wuya's lifelong will to swordsmanship, which was invincible and slashed in everything.

"Break it to me!"

Jian Wuya roared, and the sound was like thunder, shaking the sky and the earth.

"Hmph! The storm is shaking the tree, overestimating one's own abilities!"

Yun Feiyang looked disdainful and danced the long sword in his hand casually. The sword energy in the sky instantly converged, like mercury pouring into the ground and was tightly airtight, shrinking towards the position where Jian Wuya was, like a sword blade storm.

"Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang!"

A series of harsh sounds sounded, gold and iron clashed, and Mars flew everywhere.

In an instant, the Tiandu Sword in Jian Wuya's hand collided with the sword energy shot out in "The Supreme Sword Art" thousands of times. The terrifying energy fluctuations spread and the surrounding space was shocked and shattered.

There were countless sword marks on the specially made life and death platform, which was shocking.

"Thorn!"

Suddenly, Jian Wuya's left shoulder was pierced by the sharp sword energy, and the first blood flower bloomed, dyeing her clothes red.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third, the fourth...
Chapter completed!