After the master's ascension

"That's it..." Huang Qianyan complained aggrievedly, "He just threatened me like this!"

Rong Sheng Changge finally put down the scroll in his hand, he raised his eyes, with an uncontrollable smile on his face: "This is the case with the major general, when he is not familiar with you, threats are more effective than politeness ...But he promised you to break the virtual domain, and he will definitely do it."

"That's right, but I'm too ashamed..." Huang Qianyan pursed his lips, with a hint of anger.

Rong Sheng Changge stopped talking to him.

The person in front of him is not a small-minded person, and now he just started acting on a whim, and he still took the poor script of being bullied.

Therefore, the connection between Lu Wangyu and Xu Yu was also strengthened under the arrangement of shopkeeper Zhu.

First, a little fox who was wandering outside was sent in, saying that he was the younger brother of an old friend, and he wanted to treat him well.Later, his elder brother came to look for him once and brought a lot of food...

Then came the final notice from Lu Wangyu - it was time for the Void Territory to be unsealed, and all the monster races had to start preparing for the next tough battle.

This news was conveyed secretly in the turbulent world of comprehension. It was a plan hidden under layers of undercurrents and invisible light.

On the bright side, the world of comprehension has also made new big moves.

This time, the conquest was organized by Yao Pavilion, but it was handed over to Jiang An to lead——

He said that he had a way to completely kill Lu Wangyu without firing a single soldier.

Jiang An's confidence comes from his self-confidence as the number one swordsman, from the thousands of blood-soaked days and nights in Qingya Wanjian Tomb.

After being praised by Yao Pavilion as the leader of the Righteous Path, apart from Qingya Jiange who dared not speak out, there were many monks who came here admiringly, wanting to ask him the secret of mastering the way of swordsmanship.

What kind of great opportunity did you get in Jianzhong, and how did you get out of the place where gods and ghosts cannot enter?

Hidden under the false greetings, the question on everyone's mind was nothing more than this.

Jiang An never hides, let alone confesses.He just replied succinctly - I wanted to live, so I survived.

What kind of answer is this...

Everyone was dissatisfied in their hearts, but their faces were smiling even more obsequiously. Those compliments that boasted to the sky came out of their mouths for free.

But this is not just perfunctory words, it is indeed the real reason why Jiang An came out.

Jiang An's sword is named Fengsheng.

Every day and night, every moment he was in Jianzhong, he prayed to God to give them a chance to survive.

But God, after all, couldn't hear everyone's call and prayer.They are trapped in a desperate situation with no way out.

At that time, Wushuang was dying, and his body temperature was rapidly losing.Jiang An unbuttoned his clothes and held him to his chest, but it didn't help.

The little fox was shaken away by the sound of the bell, and a little bit of the ghost scattered like starlight.

In normal times, Jiang An could still control the fire aura to gather to provide Wushuang with a bit of warmth, and Wushuang's faintly disintegrated soul could also use aura to form an enchantment to collect and consolidate.

But in the Wanjian Tomb, apart from thousands of fierce sword intents, there is no trace of aura...

Moreover, when he took the first step into the Wanjian Tomb, he was hit by a sword intent.

The sword intent roamed wantonly in his body, as if all the blood vessels in his body were being crushed inch by inch.

Jiang An's body is permeable to the spiritual energy, but the sword intent is different from the spiritual energy. After entering the body, it goes on a rampage and is irreversible.

In the pain of breaking his bones and cutting his heart, he resolutely cut his wrist with a knife, drawing Wushuang's soul with his blood.

He has a special connection with Wushuang, and blood is the link of this connection.

But the blood will eventually run out, and by then, Wu Shuang and him still have no way out.So, Jiang An gritted his teeth, desperately trying to mobilize the aura that might exist around him.

Please, let us survive...

I beg you……

Finally, a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly appeared on his blood-stained palm.It was like a tiny light that suddenly lit up in the endless night.

Jiang An's tears fell in a daze, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that the raging sword intent in his body could be faintly converted into aura.

In desperation, he realized through the pain of cutting his heart-the sword intent is actually the use and compression of spiritual energy when the monk swung the sword.

Different methods will form different sword intents.The strength of the sword intent depends on the degree and quantity of the monk's use of spiritual energy.

Wan Jianzhong has no spiritual energy, because all the spiritual energy has been transformed into sharp sword intent by the blade.

Wushuang still has hope...

So, when everyone was avoiding the sword intent, Jiang An started to capture the sword intent.

He took the initiative to bear the fierce sword intent, trapped it in his body, and then slowly analyzed the way the sword intent was formed, turning the sword intent into aura.

And every time, it is a life and death bet.He put his life on the line just for that bit of life-saving aura.

Fortunately, he won the bet...

Others use a whetstone to sharpen their swords.But Jiang An used his own flesh and blood as a whetstone to grind away the extremely sharp sword intent in his body bit by bit.

He swallowed the knife alive, grinding out a glimmer of life with his flesh and blood.

No success is accidental. The world recognized Jiang An's achievements, but still believed that he was gifted by Wan Jianzhong.

But they didn't know that the young man spent five years tasting all the sword intents of Wanjianzhong.

No one knew that during the five years in Jianzhong, Jiang An used his body to devour the sword intent over and over again, and used up the weak aura little by little to barely maintain Wushuang's life.

Wushuang has been in a daze, sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious.

When he finally regained his energy, he would try his best to comfort his elder brother and talk to Jiang An about the roast chicken in Chunzuilou.

The meat is tender and the skin is crispy, and the fragrance is wafting.It was as if he had actually sat in the window seat on the first floor of the banquet capital once and ate once.

At the end, he would always lick the corners of his mouth and conclude: "Brother, when we go out, we must eat extravagantly, even if we don't have money, we will eat Bawang's meal!"

Can I go out?None of them know, and none of them can guarantee anything.

But Jiang An still felt a long-lost sense of relief.He slowly exhaled a foul breath, smiled and licked his dry and chapped lips, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"Okay, let's go eat Bawang's meal."

Five years in the cultivation world is nothing...

But they didn't know that the five years in Jianzhong, every minute and every second, were soaked in that young man's blood and filled with his despair.

But he didn't say anything, and he didn't mention anything.

Even if Mr. Lu asked, he only summed up all the blood and tears in an understatement.

I wanted to live, so I survived.

Jiang An survived all the pain and won the final gift of fate.He can easily use his aura to create all the sword intents of Wanjianzhong.

Because those were the blades of the blade that he had chewed to pieces.

Even if there is no sword in his hand, as long as there is spirit and energy, it is his home field and his domain.

Therefore, he was able to cut off Qing Ya's disciple's right arm with a single stroke of his sword.He controls ten thousand swords, as long as he has a sword, no matter whether it is his own or the opponent's, no one can beat him.

"So, as long as you all help, I can take Lu Wangyu's head thousands of miles away." Jiang An said.

He naturally showed his own strength in front of everyone.And that amount of destructive power is enough to convince everyone.

Yin Yuanshan asked about his plan, but after careful consideration, he couldn't find any faults.

After all, what the young man wanted was not the command of the conquest, and he was not even willing to participate in the discussion of the crowd.

There is only one thing in Jiang An's eyes, and that is to kill Lu Wangyu.But relying on his strength alone, it was only a tie, and he couldn't cut the weeds and root them out...

Therefore, the request he made was to get enough help from others when he did it.

All the doubts in Yao Pavilion's head were completely dispelled.He has always been tolerant and kind to such a weapon that only obeys orders and never considers the cause and effect behind it.

Yin Yuanshan narrowed his eyes cheerfully, and said kindly: "Jiang Shaoxia, everything has been prepared according to your plan. Lu Wangyu recently appeared near Wuyue Peak in the northern border, and our disciples have already followed him closely."

"The spy said that he had asked about the location of Xianlanghua nearby."

"This is something unique to Wuyue Peak. It is estimated that he will go to Wuyue Peak in the near future. The place is secluded and uninhabited within a hundred miles, and all conditions are met."

Jiang An looked over, there was no wave in his eyes, and he said sonorously: "In this case, it's time for us to do it."

"I would like to ask the chief to inform you. In the past few days, the elites of all factions are invited to wait on Jianjian Peak and be ready at any time. As long as Lu Wangyu goes to Wuyue Peak, it is time for us to make a move."

As soon as the news came out, everyone fell into a secret frenzy.They will witness the ultimate duel between the two powerhouses in the world, and even participate in it, becoming the key pieces that will establish the victory.

What an honor and what a surge of emotion is this?

Jiang An will show the world the power to take the head of an enemy thousands of miles away.That would be an insurmountable and incomparable miracle!

And the Yao Pavilion disciples who followed Lu Wangyu also quietly unfolded the Shuiyue Mirror behind that person.

Risking his life, he sent the devil's every move back to the peak of Sword Tester thousands of miles away.

Since Lu Wangyu returned to Nanling, he never concealed his whereabouts.

He didn't hide his identity, and he didn't try to clear away the prying flies around him—although, except for Yaoge who was still persistently tracking him, the other sects were more willing to avoid his gaze than to take the initiative to provoke trouble.

Who would want to provoke this ancestor again... Anyway, Yaoge became the first bird, and they, as allies, can sit back and enjoy their achievements.

It was a beautiful day, the sky was high, with a few clusters of clouds drifting lazily above, the vast altar at the top of Qingya Sword Trial Peak was surrounded by elite monks from all sects and sects.

They will dedicate all their strength in the subsequent crusade.

But now, under the warm sunlight, everyone is staring at the picture in the Shuiyue mirror with bated breath.

The man in black buttoned up his hood, his chiseled face was vaguely shrouded in shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

He first sold two taels of sake at the wine stand in the small town at the foot of the mountain, then hooked a slender finger on the tether of the bottle, and carried the wine up the peak danglingly.

Lu Wangyu didn't bring anything with him, and he turned a blind eye to the tail that followed carelessly behind him.He walked leisurely, as if he was visiting his own garden.

Jiang An slowly walked to the center of the altar on the Sword Test Peak thousands of miles away.

The towering white jade altar stands on the highest cloud peak, like the throne of a god.And the young man standing among them is the supreme supreme here.

Everyone was under the altar, like fanatical believers worshiping the gods, with burning faith in their eyes and a rapidly beating frequency in their hearts.

Lu Wangyu is about to climb to the top of Wuyue Peak, which is a flat mountain range and the closest to the sky.

It is also the place they chose to kill Lu Wangyu!

The miracle is about to begin...

Jiang An lowered his eyes and caressed the iron sword at his waist. It was a rusty sword he picked up at Wanjianzhong, but it was still his weapon, Fengsheng.

Suddenly, Yun Lingfeng's big clock rang without warning, it was the chime of telling the time.

clang - clang - clang -

The long and long sound of the bell reverberates among the high mountains, startling the flying birds and shaking the clouds away.

Jiang An raised his head, and his gaze met the person in the Shuiyue mirror——Lu Wangyu glanced at the Yao Pavilion disciples behind him at the last moment of climbing the Wuyue Mountains.

It was displayed on the Shuiyue mirror here, but the devil looked straight over, his dark eyes staring at everyone on the field.

Everyone was in an uproar, but they were shocked by that look.Thousands of miles away, they were still stared at by that man coldly.

However, Jiang An received the notification from Lu Wangyu. Seeing that the person in the Shuiyue Mirror stopped staying and walked forward, he finally opened his mouth slowly.

"let's start."

He straightened his spine, and the aura around him settled down, like an ancient sword not drawn out of its sheath.

The quaint iron sword at the waist was unsheathed little by little, and the silvery edge appeared in front of everyone inch by inch.

Jiang An only made one sword strike in front of everyone, and that sword cut Qing Ya to pieces.

Now, it is his second sword.

And as the blade was unsheathed inch by inch, everyone felt the ground tremble.At first it was just a slight tremor, and everyone thought it was an illusion caused by their own heartbeat.

But the tremors became more and more obvious and severe.It was as if the earth was twitching and roaring unbearably, but there was nothing to do.

The people on the field were actually a little unstable due to excessive tension and surprise, and they were stumbling around, losing their monk demeanor.

The iron sword in Jiang An's hand was also trembling violently, the frequency was almost the same as that of the earth!

But he still didn't change his face, as steady as Mount Tai, holding the sword quietly and firmly.

Everyone's faces turned pale with horror. Although it was rumored that all the monks had the power to overthrow mountains and seas, they could still weigh their own weight. I'm afraid they couldn't be immortals with such power...

Although they are all elites of various factions, they can be regarded as well-known figures in the cultivation world, but they have never seen such a battle in the past thousands of years!

clatter——

The silver sword was finally unsheathed, and after the ground shook violently, it suddenly fell into a strange calm.Everyone was in a daze, not knowing why, they looked around, but found nothing unusual...

Is this... heavy thunder and little rain?

Just when the proud sons of heaven who were unwilling to be trampled by Jiang An opened their lips slightly, with disdainful smiles on their faces, and were about to speak out to ridicule, all their expressions froze in an instant, and all the words that came to their lips were completely suppressed. forget...

Everyone's mind was blank and bewildered.

They lost expression and lost their words, just staring blankly at the sky.

The dazzling sunlight seemed to be devoured by locusts, slowly casting mottled shadows on the ground.

There are more and more shadows, and the light is getting darker... The altar of Jianjian Peak is finally covered with criss-cross gratings.

On the sky is the rain of swords, the tide of swords, and the tomb of ten thousand swords.

The second time Jiang An unsheathed was still on Qing Ya's Sword Test Peak.But this time, he broke the seal of the thousands of sharp blades in the sword mound, and summoned them to the sky.

He stands on the altar, and those under his feet are the stunned believers, while those in the sky are his most loyal generals and soldiers.

Jiang An once said that as long as he has a sword, he is invincible.

It was never just talk.