On the top of the abyss, between the rainbow bridges of the two mountains, the battle between the two strong men was in full swing.
Jian Nian's sword is like a meteor in the sky, elusive, but Yin Nian's fist seems to be stronger than the body. In the countless collisions between the two, not even a sword mark was left.
There were not even any unnecessary words between the two, only the sound of constant collisions. The master of swordsmanship, an extremely bellicose strong man, sent sparks flying.
And on the front mountain in the distance, Jian Wuxiu's heart was so regretful that his intestines turned green at this moment. He looked at the corpses all around him. When he was pulled in for questioning, none of the disciples of the Beixuan Sword Sect were there. Survived, all were killed.
"Executioner..." Jian Wuxiu gritted his teeth, but soon he was hit by a spurt of blood, which hurt his mind.
Jian Wuxiu's heart was bleeding. A good Beixuan Sword Sect was ruined by him. At this moment, was he still the headmaster of Beixuan Sword Sect?
"Ah..." Jian Wuxiu let out a heart-rending cry, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't notice it at all and just let it flow.
The hall was empty and no one responded. He was alone and his eyes were blood red.
"Am I wrong?" Jian Wuxiu blamed himself, but he was soon overwhelmed by the demon in his heart.
"I'm not wrong, it's just Jian Jue who's wrong, it's just the world that's wrong..." Jian Wuxiu's heart was completely on the road of no return at this moment.
"Haha... you are all wrong..."
"I am the real headmaster of Beixuan Sword Sect..."
At this moment, a faint voice gradually sounded from the rear of the hall.
"Senior brother, senior brother..."
The voice was very faint, but Jian Wuxiu still heard it after all.
"Wu Bo?" Jian Wuxiu quickly recognized Jian Wubo's figure, quickly flew over in three or two steps, and came to Jian Wubo's side.
"Senior brother, they are all dead, gone..." Jian Wubo's face was covered with traces of blood. Although he survived, he was extremely weak.
"Yes, it's gone..." Jian Wuxiu's heart ached, but for himself and his status, if he had to choose again, he would still do this.
"Senior brother, how come so many strong men appeared all at once?" Jian Wubo was puzzled, because the Beixuan Sword Sect had not offended anyone, but today so many strong men appeared all at once. It should not have happened, but at this moment Beixuan Sword Sect is gone...
"I caused this..." Blood and tears flowed out of the corners of Jian Wuxiu's eyes, and he fell into struggle. Despite the struggle, in the end there was a hint of viciousness flashing deep in his eyes.
"Senior brother, you're confused..." Jian Wubo clenched his fist feebly and hammered the ground, only to find that severe pain came from his body, making him grin.
"Our Beixuan Sword Sect is already weak. Senior brother, you still... You still attract such a strong person. This is not recruiting at all, it is self-destruction..." Although Jian Wubo couldn't bear to see the Supreme Elder covering the sky with one hand. situation, but in the final analysis, it is for the future of Beixuan Sword Sect, but now...
Jian Wubo raised his eyes and looked at the bleeding steps outside, his heart pounding like a knife.
Unexpectedly, one sentence caused Jian Wuxiu to become angry and said: "Junior brother, until now, I still have no regrets..."
"Senior brother, do you know that Jian Zong has nearly five thousand disciples, plus a hundred elders, all of them are gone, gone..." After Jian Wubo finished speaking, he immediately felt regretful. He shouldn't have said that. , Beixuan Sword Sect is gone, but his senior brother doesn't feel good. After all, he is the headmaster of Beixuan Sword Sect, and he is just the dean of the Criminal Court.
"I know. But have you ever thought about..." Jian Wuxiu pointed his finger at the top of the main hall, with a fierce expression and a ferocious face, and said: "You know, it is because of that old guy Jian Jue, I, the headmaster, even though The surface is bright and shiny, but the hands have no rights..."
"You know, I am just a puppet, a useless puppet..." Jian Wuxiu roared, his voice echoing throughout the hall.
"But this is better than..."
The sword was powerless, and the wound on his shoulder kept bleeding due to the excessive struggle.
Jian Wuxiu looked ferocious and pointed at Jian Wubo's wound.
Snapped!
A sudden explosion seemed to break the brief silence in the hall. The terrifying sound was like thunder, carrying terrifying power and destroying the heaven and earth.
"Yinji, I didn't expect that sixty years of dormant waiting would lead you to this point..." The sword was read high in the sky, looking at Yinji from the distance, there were actually a few gaps on the sword in his hand. And in Yinji's hand, he held a magic wheel.
This is a blood-red magic wheel, only one foot in diameter, but across such a long sky, you can actually feel the faint sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling coming from above.
This is a real magic wheel, made by nearly ten thousand living souls. While waving, it seemed like ten thousand practitioners were fighting the enemy together.
Yinji swallowed his lips with bloodthirsty, and the magic wheel flashed red at the same time, like a blood moon soaked in blood, which was weird and strange.
"Sixty years ago, because we were too ostentatious, we finally alarmed Tingyue Ya, which made Yinfeng Valley unable to recover and almost perished, but..."
Yin Ji said, realizing that he had said too much, the magic wheel activated, whistling, and he came to Jian Nian in an instant.
"Die, with a dead man, why do I have to say so much..." Yinjie seemed to be blaming herself, but the attack became more fierce.
The magic wheel trained by tens of thousands of souls has only a foot-circle of space, but once it is unfolded, it is earth-shattering.
Huhu...
The air seemed to be gradually annihilated by the rotation of the magic wheel.
When strong men fight, especially strong men like this, you will die or I will die at every turn, so the two of them did not hold back at all, and they came up with extremely powerful killing moves.
"The moment of reading the sword!" Like a moment of youth, it flashed away and echoed with the magic wheel.
boom!
The main hall below finally couldn't bear it any longer, and was reduced to ruins under the aftermath of the crash.
"Junior brother..." Jian Wuxiu had already sensed something was wrong. The moment the hall collapsed, he picked up Jian Wubo and rushed out of the hall quickly.
"Well, there are people down there?" Jian Nian's thoughts arose, and the figure had already reached the ground.
This is the square above the main hall. Usually, five thousand disciples practice swords here, which is so spectacular. But today, it is empty, and there is even blood flowing everywhere.
"Who is it?" Jian Wuxiu was extremely shocked by the person who suddenly fell from the sky, because it was so fast, as if he appeared suddenly.
"Are you the current headmaster of the Sword Sect?" Jian Nian saw the clothes Jian Wuxiu was wearing. Although they were stained with blood, the marks on the clothes that belonged to the headmaster could be distinguished.
"senior?"
"Jian Nian!" Jian Nian's answer was simple. At this moment, there was no need to hide it anymore.
"What?" Jian Wuxiu was surprised because he knew the name Jian Nian. Not only did he know that there was still a portrait of Jian Nian hanging on the wall of the Patriarch Hall.
"Jian Nian a hundred years ago..." Jian Wubo also reacted. This was almost...almost a legendary figure. Jian Wubo felt that his throat was a little dry.
"It's me." Jian Nian swung his sword and knocked away the flying magic wheel, and said at the same time: "Why do people from Yinfeng Valley join our Beixuan Sword Sect?" Jian Nian's cultivation is superb, and his thoughts are even more... Tongda, and as the headmaster of Beixuan Sword Sect, it is impossible not to know such a thing, so he asked this question.
"Master, Master, I'm guilty, I'm guilty..." Jian Wuxiu hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy without any trace of the master's style.
"Oh?" Jian Nian snorted coldly and said, "It seems it's really you..." Jian Nian suddenly felt frustrated.
When Jian Jue left, he had already warned himself that there might be problems within the Beixuan Sword Sect, but Jian Nian had not appeared in the world for many years, and there was absolutely no need to care about the petty quarrels between the juniors, but at this moment Jian Nian Thought it was a bit regretful.
"Why don't you die to apologize?" The sword intention burst out from Jian Nian's mouth, like words of rebuke, and in an instant he was approaching Jian Wuxiu.
"Inciting foreign enemies and causing our Beixuan Sword Sect to exist in name only. What are we still doing with our lives after we act like this? Are we being laughed at?" Jian Nian's rules of swordsmanship are like a heavenly sword cutting his face, approaching Jian Wuxiu.
"No, Master, I can't afford my senior brother's fault..." Jian Wubo knew that his master a hundred years ago might not be merciful because of his plea, but he still wanted to give it a try. After all, this was his senior brother. After many years together, we are as close as brothers.
"Hmph!" Jian Nian snorted coldly, and with his sword in mind, he slashed out and slashed towards Jian Wuxiu's head.
"I hope you can take care of yourself by reducing your cultivation." Jian Nian did not delve into it, nor did he dare to delve into it, because Yinji's attack was already in place, and if he did not fight back, he would completely lose the opportunity.
"The silence, you have the means to sense it!" Jian Nian held the sword, jumped into the sky, and faced the magic wheel.
"Do you know where the sword of your Sword Sect is?" Yinji asked.
"That sword?" Jian Nian quickly understood the reason and said, "It turns out it's for that sword..." Jian Nian did not deny it, let alone admit it, but his tone made it clear that the sword was in the north. Xuanjian Sect.
"It turns out the information is accurate, but judging from your appearance, you don't want to reveal the whereabouts of the sword, so I'll get it myself." Yinji controlled the magic wheel, waving his hands in the air, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves echoed throughout the Beixuan Sword Sect. On the mountain, at the same time, the magic wheel split into two, the outer wheel rotated, pressing down from the top of the gloomy head, and the inner wheel turned into a terrifying aura, shrouding Jian Nian.
A terrifying and throbbing aura swept across the entire square, and the white mist rolled between the mountains. It seemed that it had sensed the sudden change on the Beixuan Sword Sect Mountain, and began to surround the mountains while rolling crazily.
"Heavenly king-level person, die!" Jian Nian shouted angrily, and the spiritual sword bloomed with unprecedented rays of light, instantly drowning the silence.
Ding! Ding! Ding……
The sound of metal clashing was like bursts of thunder.
Every time they collide, a piece of sky will be annihilated and turn into nothingness in the terrifying momentum.
It's easy to imagine that these two powerful men are each crazy.
"Senior brother, let's go to the back mountain." Jian Wubo remembered the words his master left for him.
These are the words left by his master when he was dying. When he encounters a life or death crisis, he can go to the back mountain to ensure peace for a while.
But can such a strong person really survive? Jian Wubo didn't know, but he had to do this in order to survive.
"A thousand-year foundation..." Jian Wubo felt even more uncomfortable because he could see blood flowing everywhere, which was dazzling and heartbreaking...
