In the entire Wujian Dojo, except for Empress Qin, who knew the details of the Wuming sword fetus.
Only Tong Jianyi, who was closest to Jiang Chen, sensed the strangeness of the nameless sword:
"This sword!"
Tong Jianyi's pupils suddenly shrank:
from Jiang Chen's sword, he sensed a sharp and surging sword path. Qi machine.
This kind of kendo energy requires a lot of time to form.
Once released, it is enough to more than double the power of the sword!
What's more important is that Kendo Qi Ji Morte cannot be conceived at all.
Only a sufficiently precious and top-grade spiritual sword can condense one point.
And the kendo energy contained in Jiang Chen's sword was actually not inferior to his own Bailin Sword!
No!
To be precise, Jiang Chen did not use a sword.
But it is just a sword embryo that has not yet formed.
Just an unformed sword embryo is worth the spirit sword that he has cultivated for nearly ten years!
Hiss...
No matter how strong Tong Jianyi was, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that the guy in front of him who always wore a crooked smile might really be able to compete with him in swordsmanship!
"Look, your good disciple has become serious. The little guy finally discovered that our ancestor is unusual."
Xuepao couldn't help but joke.
Xue Jian touched his snow-white beard and nodded slightly:
"Realizing this, he still has the possibility of winning..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xue Gong:
"No way, you really think that little guy can win. Ancestor?"
Xue Jian looked confused.
The blood-robed man stroked his forehead with a speechless expression:
"Didn't Ancestor just say that his next sword attack, Tong Jianyi, can't be stopped? Since Ancestor has said so, I advise you to be ready to save your disciple at any time. ."
"After a long time, Xue Pao, you are the loyal believer of the ancestor."
Xue Jian smiled and shook his head.
Obviously he didn't take Xuepao's words to heart.
Although Xue Jian always believed that Jiang Chen could teach his disciple a lesson.
But it was just to let Tong Jianyi know that there are mountains beyond the mountains.
Xue Jian didn't think that Jiang Chen could hurt his apprentice!
"I'm ready, let's draw the sword!"
Tong Jianyi urged.
He had made up his mind that he would never dodge this sword.
Jiang Chen can block his sword, so naturally he must block Jiang Chen's sword to be qualified to continue attacking!
"Master Qin, who do you think has a greater chance of winning?"
Ye Tianling asked casually.
Empress Youqin looked indifferent:
"We will see the outcome soon."
See the outcome soon?
Ye Tianling's eyes were stunned:
Youqin Wenying actually thinks that Tong Jianyi can't stop Jiang Chen?
Ye Tianling tried hard to search through his memory. All the classics in the Demon Sect and even the secret books in the Xuanzao Kingdom's royal library did not contain any records about "The Art of Cutting the Sky and Drawing the Sword".
How is this little-known swordsmanship so powerful?
"Tong Jianyi, I advise you to retreat a hundred meters away, otherwise you won't even have a chance to dodge."
Jiang Chen's words once again caused waves.
Everyone from the Sword Dao Peak to the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect felt that Jiang Chen's tone was too loud.
Only the disciples of the Holy Demon Sect shouted to Tong Jianyi without hesitation:
"Did you hear that? Our ancestor told you to retreat a hundred meters away. To be on the safe side, you should do it!" "We
strongly recommend that the Young Peak Master retreat a hundred meters away." Mi takes this sword again, otherwise don't blame our ancestors for being killed!"
Everyone in Sword Dao Peak couldn't wait to fight back immediately.
However, when they saw the expressions of the disciples of the Holy Demon Sect clearly, they all wondered:
the disciples of the Holy Demon Sect did not look sarcastic.
They actually said those words seriously.
It seemed that Jiang Chen really thought that Jiang Chen could hurt Tong Jianyi.
Everyone at Sword Dao Peak laughed angrily:
"The frog in the well is talking about you people! You are a group of short-sighted people who don't understand swords at all."
The disciples of the Holy Demon Sect sneered in response:
"You are the ones who are short-sighted. You don't understand swords at all. Ancestor!"
Whatever the ancestor said or did.
Have you ever let us down?
No!
The ancestor took action and was shocked.
The ancestors passed by and left nothing behind!
If you say you can't stop it, you absolutely can't!
If you don't believe me, just wait and see!
Jiang Chen held the hilt of the sword in his hand and silently practiced the "Heaven-Slaying Style" of the "Heaven-Slaying and Drawing Sword Technique" in his mind.
This style is known for its dominance and fierceness. With one strike of the sword, the sky will split apart!
Jiang Chen has only tried it once so far.
But the power of that sword still shocked him to this day.
He even secretly swore in his heart that this trick would never be used easily until the critical moment!
The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, Jiang Chen's expression became serious.
He assumed a strange posture:
his body was slightly bowed forward, and his center of gravity slowly sank.
The left hand holds the scabbard against the left waist, and the right hand relaxes on the hilt of the sword.
A pair of sharp eyes did not stare at Tong Jianyi who was twenty meters away.
Instead, he moved his gaze upwards, staring at the sky above Tong Jianyi's head.
"What kind of weird posture is this?"
Tong Jianyi looked confused.
Everyone in Sword Dao Peak couldn't help but laugh.
Just about to start taunting.
A sharp aura swirled around Jiang Chen's feet, clanging!
He actually cut a circular mark out of the solid bluestone floor!
Everyone's pupils shrank:
What a domineering aura!
Just a wisp of breath is so powerful?
Tong Jianyi's expression changed and he finally became serious.
"The last chance, step back a hundred meters, maybe there is still a chance of survival."
Jiang Chen said in a deep voice.
The ever-increasing aura of swordsmanship caused him to lose his ordinary jumpiness, and instead gained the cold and arrogant demeanor of a peerless master.
Youqin Wenying's eyes narrowed slightly:
Jiang Chen at this moment was very different from the playful and smiling face in her memory.
The little man who always had a bad smile on his face actually had such serious moments.
"Draw out your sword!"
Tong Jian didn't take a step back.
Phew...
the cold wind came, ruffling the corners of Jiang Chen's clothes.
The terrifying aura gathered silently.
At this moment, there was a void above Jiang Chen's head, and the spiritual energy stopped flowing.
It seemed that even heaven and earth had sensed the terrifying change in energy.
suddenly.
Jiang Chen draws his sword!
Tong Jianyi's pupils suddenly shrank!
"Not good!!"
Xue Jian's face suddenly changed.
A lot of his proud snow-white beard was ripped off by him.
However, he didn't care at all, and used all his strength to go as fast as he could in his life, blasting towards the Wujian Dojo:
one step too late, and Tong Jianyi would be dead!
On the distant mountain peak.
A pool of blood squirmed like a swamp, gradually turning into a human shape.
His eyes were full of hatred, and his whole body was filled with poisonous aura.
It was Yue Hengjun who was beheaded by Jiang Chen.
"Jiang Chen, this beast really dares to kill me! Even if you don't complete the task of Shadow Poison Sect, I will poison you to death!"
Yue Hengjun's body squirmed crazily, and the rich poisonous gas spread from his body.
And at this moment.
call.
A ray of white light tore apart the sky.
The bright light is like the sun falling.
Everyone was blinded instantly!
Even Yue Hengjun, who was far away, was dazzled:
Pfft!
Blood splattered and the world spun.
A melodious sword cry slowly reached everyone's ears:
Yin...