One Sword to Heaven

Chapter 209

While speaking, this true disciple drew out his long sword and pointed at Wang Yan from a distance, his eyes were full of admiration, his head was slightly raised, he really wanted to point his nostrils at others, he was extremely domineering.

However, Wang Yan just felt baffled, he didn't know many people in the sect, and he didn't have any grievances in the past, but he didn't know the person in front of him at all, and he didn't know what happened now.It's just that as a swordsman, Wang Yan will not respond unresponsively even if he doesn't know the reason when someone blocks him and draws his sword.

The corner of Wang Yan's mouth curled up slightly, showing a sneer, and immediately after, he flicked his fingers at the true disciple.

Whoosh.

With the sound of piercing through the sky, a red sword was seen flashing away, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the true disciple. In the blink of an eye, the soft silk sword that Wang Yan had shot out was scattered.

"What can a mere sword gang do to me?"

This true disciple still looked arrogant, but before he finished speaking, there was a blur in front of his eyes. In an instant, his eyes couldn't catch Wang Yan's figure, only countless phantom figures were around him Surrounded.

Seeing this, the true disciple's eyes showed a slight shock, but then he let out a cold snort, and swung the long sword away.

"How can the body phantom deceive me?"

The true disciple shouted violently, and then he saw the long sword in his hand swinging like thousands of sword shadows in all directions like a rainstorm of pear blossoms. The sword was as powerful as a strong wind and rain, attacking fiercely and defending without any flaws. However, the force of the sword was strong. As soon as he came out, Wang Yan's voice came from near or far.

"The body is the sword, and the sword is my body. All dharmas flow back and appear in the sword. Why have I ever deceived you?"

The moment the words came to a close, countless phantoms merged together, everything was like a dream just now, Wang Yan appeared in front of the true disciple, facing the impenetrable sword shadow dancing around him, Wang Yan turned a blind eye to it, but raised his right hand palm, the blue light on his palm shone brightly, and then struck forward.

boom!
As soon as this palm was lifted, Wang Yan's arm bones rolled like thunder, but it was Wang Yan who used one of Bai Daoxin's unique skills 'Old Bear Slapping Tree', and after the palm was struck forward, this palm was as fast as thunder , into the shadow of heavy swords at once, followed by Wang Yan's palm trembling, and immediately there was a strong wind blowing. Under such a change, the sword of the true disciple suddenly burst open, and countless sword shadows dissipated. His complexion changed drastically.

"you"

The true disciple's eyes were full of astonishment, while he was speaking, he hastily crossed his sword in front of him for protection, because he only felt that this palm was hard to dodge, he had no choice but to catch it hard.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the palm of the old monster Xie Jue, but it is actually different. The palm of the old monster Xie Jue was like a lock of heaven and earth, and the world was reversed. Wang Yan's palm is far from that level , he just contains the shadow of the sword in his palm, which confuses the gods and does not make a move, but makes it difficult to distinguish the direction, giving birth to a sense of indetermination without direction or direction.

In the next moment, Wang Yan's palm was heavily slapped on the sword of the true disciple.

"boom!"

He only heard a muffled sound, as if a thunder had exploded. As the sound entered his ears, the true disciple immediately felt a monstrous force from the sword penetrate into his sword-holding hand. In an instant, his sword-holding hand burst into a tiger's mouth , with traces of blood oozing out, he could hardly hold the sword.

This kind of situation naturally made the true disciple feel bad. As a swordsman, if he couldn't even hold the sword, everything would be lost, so the true disciple immediately gritted his teeth and firmly held on to the hilt of the sword.

However, Wang Yan smiled coldly when he saw this. In the next moment, when the strength in his palm was bursting out, the famous sword of the true disciple immediately trembled and let out bursts of whining sounds. The blue light on Yan's palm changed, but it was a soft silk sword curled up in front of Wang Yan's palm, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to condense a section of the sword tip.

Sword in the palm!
Not only has Wang Yan mastered this trick from Bai Daoxin's Xingyi stunt in a few months, but Wang Yan also combined it with his own skills to create another cardinal. Feng Rui, even if he confronts Bai Daoxin with this trick, Wang Yan still thinks he won't be defeated.

bark.
As the sword edge formed by the sword steel came out of the palm, the famous sword that was originally shaking made a slight sound. Following this sound, only spider-like cracks appeared, and the whole sword actually had Signs of cracking.

"Dare!"

Seeing this, the True Inheritance disciple was startled immediately, he let out a sharp breath, and his sword immediately burst into red light, and the red light immediately spread all over the long sword, obviously pushing his own sword power to the extreme.

But in the face of such a change, Wang Yan's moves remained the same, only the internal qi in his body moved two points faster, and then the sword palm went straight into the space, only the sound of 'click' was heard, but it was the swords of both sides. Under the forceful shake, the sword gang on the true disciple's sword collapsed.

Seeing the collapse of his own sword gang, the true disciple turned pale in shock, and said: "You have cultivated the Yuan gang?!"

The true disciples did not get an answer from Wang Yan, and responded to him with an even harsher cracking sound of "Kaka", but it was the famous sword in his hand that started to crack from where the sword in Wang Yan's palm touched.

The next moment, amidst the unbelievable eyes of the true disciples, Wang Yan completely cut off the sword in his hand with one palm. Just as half of the sword was thrown away, the palm of the sword entered the middle door, and then there was only a 'bang', then The true disciple got a palm in his chest, and immediately flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten meters away, before falling to the ground trembling slightly like a dead dog.

Wang Yan's fight with this person seemed not short, but it was over within a few breaths. When the true disciple was sent flying, lying on the ground for a long time unable to get up, Yan Bugui who was beside him came back to his senses. Looking at Wang Yan's eyes full of surprises, although the name of the Blood Demon Sword is now famous in two states, and he has heard about Wang Yan's record in Beisheng State, but after seeing him personally this time, he knew that his teacher How amazing is my nephew's fighting power.

Just seeing the true disciple lying on the ground, trembling a few times trying to stand up but unable to do so, Yan Bugui's eyes showed a trace of worry, and said: "Nephew, your attack is a bit heavy, Hu Yunyang After all, he is a member of Yingyue Peak, if the owner of Yingyue Peak is to be investigated, Master."

Yan Bugui paused when he said this, Wang Yan naturally understood what he meant, the sect of Aojian Villa could not help but compete, but the contest between the disciples of the same sect could not be a life-and-death struggle, and they both left room for each other, but Wang Yan this time Not only did Hu Yunyang seriously injure Hu Yunyang with his palm, but he also broke his saber. The attack was indeed a bit heavy.

However, Wang Yan didn't care about it, he just said indifferently: "Since he threw his sword at me, he should have the consciousness of defeat. With one move, the sword will cut off and injure someone."

If this Hu Yunyang was from Ling Yunfeng, Wang Yan might have to do something to deal with it, but even if he was from Yingyue Peak, Wang Yan had already guessed why he threw the sword at him, and now that Hu Yunyang was injured by him, it is difficult for Liu Zhaoxian to return Will he be held accountable?
Thinking of this, Wang Yan smiled slightly, then shook his head and turned away.

(End of this chapter)