Urban Madness

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"Sword Wuya, ask for war!"

The high-pitched voice resounded throughout the audience.

After a while, that golden sword light fell like a meteor, landing on the platform of life and death.

Immediately, a tall and straight figure appeared in front of everyone.

Twenty-seven or eight-year-old, with deep black eyes, slanting sharp sword eyebrows, thin lips, cold and arrogant and lonely between the eyebrows, and the extremely powerful aura between gestures, surpassing all living beings.

It is Jian Wuya!

When Ye Fan entered the sect, Jian Wuya was the first disciple of the inner courtyard, and was even hailed as another peerless talent after Daozi Han Xiao.

In fact, Jian Wuya did not disappoint.

During the assessment of Tongtian Sacred Ladder, he reached the 945th floor, and he was considered a genius once in a hundred years.

It's a pity that Ye Fan was born, ascended to the legendary 1000th floor, and suppressed the glory of Jian Wuya!

But this does not mean that Jian Wuya is weak.

On the contrary, after the assessment of the Tongtian Saint Ladder, he was immediately accepted as a closed disciple by Ling Fengzi among the Seven Seas of Clouds.

Ling Fengzi was originally a sword cultivator, kendo was capable of mastering the gods, and Jian Wuya's cultivation base had also been advancing by leaps and bounds these days.

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

The other true disciples couldn't make ten moves under his sword.

At this moment, Yunhai Xianmen faced the provocation of Taishangzong's descendants, and Jian Wuya finally stood up.

...

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

Although Jian Wuya just stood quietly, no one can ignore his existence. His body reveals a fierce aura, like a sharp sword out of its sheath. Its sharp edge makes people afraid to look directly. Horrified.

The three-foot green front that is tightly held in the hand is single-sided, sharp and extremely sharp, the blade is extremely smooth, and it can be reflected directly. The hilt is carved with mysterious lines, reflecting the holy spirit, and there is a hint of coldness in the clarity. Youguang is also branded with two primitive seal characters——

Heaven!

This ancient sword was a soldier of a certain sect predecessor thousands of years ago. Jian Wuya obtained it from the sea of ​​burial swords to make it shine again.

"So strong sword intent!"

The heroes cherish each other, Yun Feiyang sighed from the bottom of his heart, but then he changed his words: "But-it's worse than me!"

"Zheng!"

Jian Wuya flicked the Heavenly Sword, a dragon screaming like a sword reverberated through the sky, and obvious ripples appeared in the air.

"Which is stronger and weaker, if I say it, it doesn't count, and if you say it, it doesn't count!"

"Sword, have the final say!"

Jian Wuya's voice was extremely proud.

The same is proud, but his pride is completely different from Yun Feiyang.

Yun Feiyang is arrogant, arrogant, high-minded, domineering, and thinks that he is above all living beings and does not put others in the eyes.

Jian Wuya is pride, which depends on the dedication to kendo and self-confidence in his own strength. This kind of pride is inherent.

Aojian Lingyun, slaying demons and eliminating demons, and calm the world!

This kind of pride will not rely on the bully and the weak just because he is powerful.

"Humph!"

Yun Feiyang sneered, half-squinting his narrow eyes, disdainfully said: "Since you don't believe it, then I will defeat you in your best field!"

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

The ancient sword is completely dark, completely natural, without any traces of polishing, just like a natural treasure, and it must have come from the ruins.

Yun Feiyang was holding the ancient sword, and the breath on his body suddenly changed drastically. The fierce will came out, which was almost ten times larger than before. There was a feeling of a raging sea crashing on the shore.

He was like a sword **** descending into the world, overwhelming Jian Wuya with his momentum.

"Yi Jian Shu Chun Qiu!"

"Two swords divide yin and yang!"

"Three swords against the universe!"

"Four swords set the country!"

"Five swords seize good luck!"

"Six swords sweep the world!"

"Seven swords ascend too!"

Yun Feiyang muttered words in his mouth, while waving the long sword in his hand, the awe-inspiring sword aura, like a shining mighty sky, immediately flooded the stage of life and death.

"Whhhhhhhhh!"

The endless sword aura seems to travel through time and space, coming from eternity, it seems that there is a stalwart **** who is writing the spring and autumn and carving epics.

No one can imagine that such a majestic, grand, and lofty will can be contained in the sword aura, which has sublimated swordsmanship and sword skills to the "dao" level.

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

...

"This is the ancient kendo-"Supreme Sword Art"!"

In the audience, the elder star picker recognized this magical power first, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Although the Supreme Sect was destroyed by the gate and escaped into the ruins, it does not mean that the magical skills of this sect were not powerful, but the Yunhai Xianzun was too strong!

In fact, as one of the nine major gates of the ancient times, the power of the Supreme Sect at its peak is better than today's Yunhai Fairy Gate.

Elder Starcatcher has seen the description of this "Supreme Sword Art" 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 a world of good fortune. The efficacy.

With seven moves, you can reach the supreme field, no one can.

Feeling the strength of the opponent, a solemn expression appeared on Jian Wuya's face, and he dared not to be negligent. He tightly held the Tiandu Sword in his hand and ran his internal energy.

"Stab!"

Jian Wuya stood up with his sword, stepping out in one step, like a meteor tearing through the darkness, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The dragon-like sword aura is instantly generated, and it also contains Jian Wuya's lifelong kendo will, which will not destroy everything and cut everything.

"Give—I—Broken!"

Jian Wuya roared, sound like thunder, shaking the earth.

"Huh! The mayfly shakes the tree, and he can't help it!"

Yun Feiyang looked disdainful, and danced his long sword at will. The sword aura in the sky instantly converged, like mercury pouring into the ground and impermeable to the wind, shrinking towards the location of Jian Wuya, like a blade storm.

"Qiangqiangqiangqiang!"

A series of harsh sounds sounded, gold and iron hummed, sparks splashed everywhere.

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

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

"Stab!"

Suddenly, Jian Wuya's left shoulder was pierced by fierce sword energy, and the first blood blossoms bloomed, dyeing his clothes red.

Then, the second, third, fourth...

Although Jian Wuya is a sword repairer, his physical body is undoubtedly strong and unmatched, and he is considered to be the best among his peers. Even a monk who specializes in physical training is not much better than him.

However, the sword aura that Yun Feiyang urged contained an aura of dying, which was too domineering and could not be shaken with a physical body.

In just a few minutes, Jian Wuya was already covered in blood, as if he had been tortured by a thousand swords, and he looked like a blood man in the distance.

Seeing such a tragic scene, the eyes of millions of disciples present were red with tears in their eyes. They couldn't imagine what kind of torture Jian Wuya was suffering.

However, even though his body was exhausted and bruised, Jian Wuya didn't even scream, he still held his head stubbornly, waving the sword of Tiandu and advancing forward.

And the distance between him and Yun Feiyang has been shrinking.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...

At five meters, Jian Wuya finally exhausted his strength, but just before he fell to the ground, he drained all his internal energy, causing a trace of sword energy to break through the shackles and rush forward.

"Wow!"

This bit of sword aura carried all hope and pierced Yun Feiyang's face.

Upon seeing this, Yun Feiyang jokingly smiled, did not dodge, but stood still, motionless.

That calm and composed look didn't seem to put Jian Wuya's all-out bets in his eyes.

"She!"

Under the attention of everyone, that sword aura finally blasted on Yun Feiyang's body.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Yun Feiyang has been standing on the spot, with the same smile on his face, seemingly unaffected.

Suddenly, a strand of hair on his body slowly slipped and floated to the ground!

Jian Wuya tried his best, bruised all over his body, and the sword aura that blasted out in the end only chopped off Yun Feiyang's hair.