After the master's ascension

Jiang An's eyes were as calm as water, and he raised his sword to the sky, his sword clanging.And those soldiers on the sky, ready to go, couldn't suppress their own tremors, and made a buzzing sound.

Everyone was shocked, they opened their lips slightly, but couldn't say a word.

The land of the Wannian Sword Tomb has easily become Jiang An's private property, and they are so obedient as if those bloodthirsty and soul-destroying fierce sword intents are just like a joke.

The people on the altar turned their wrists slightly, and saw the silver tip of the sword slashing across a sharp arc, and the sharp blades in the sky moved accordingly, changing positions one by one, as if someone commanded them, and arranged a neat queue.

Suddenly, the swords and magic weapons around the monks' waists vibrated one after another, as if inspired by something, they wanted to break through the shackles and go straight into the sky.

This is... a flash of astonishment flashed in the monk's eyes. They looked at each other, but somehow understood what to do next.

Before going to try Jianfeng, Yao Pavilion told them the goal of this trip - at the last moment, to fully charge the magic weapon in their hands, and then try their best to cooperate with Jiang An to kill Lu Wangyu.

At that time, a monk frowned and asked: "The last moment? When is the last moment?"

"Besides, what should we do after the magic weapon is fully charged?" The man's eyes were filled with suspicion and sarcasm, and he smiled disdainfully, "Should I just throw it out?"

Yellow-haired boy, talking nonsense.

He claimed to be a senior in the cultivation world, so he was naturally quite repulsed by the "puppet" No.

It's just that Yaoge is behind him to support him. Without the people behind him, how can this young man, He De, be able to take on the title of "No. [-] in the Dao of the Sword"?

But now... in the eyes of the same monk, there is fanaticism and admiration.

He completely forgot that he used to be aloof, but now there seemed to be rivers and waves in his heart, smashing white snow waves on the jagged rocks.

His trembling hand slowly covered the trembling sword hilt, causing his whole body to tremble slightly.It's not fear, it's not shock, but a kind of fierceness from the inside out, a kind of frenzy for reshaping after the concept is broken.

He swept away the spiritual power around him, and the majestic fluctuations of spiritual energy washed over every meridian in his body. It was a pain like a knife, but it was also a kind of joyful pleasure.

All the spiritual power was poured into that sharp sword, and it shone with a sharp silver light all over it—reborn, with a single sword with a thousand pounds of strength.

"Go!"

A silver sword, like an arrow leaving the string, quickly left his loosened hand and sank straight into the vast sea of ​​swords.

Everyone on Jianjian Peak finally understood what Yaoge was talking about at the last moment.

They also know what is meant by "when the time comes, you will understand"...

The last moment is here!

A determined and happy look flashed in the eyes of the monks, and they pressed their lips together tightly, suppressing the expectant and fanatical smiles on their lips.Now, they are going to do their best to rid the world of that destructive monster!

Use his blood to write down our achievements in trying Jianfeng!

It was Wan Jian again, surging up from the Sword Test Peak...

The Sword Rain Waterfall flowing against the sky covered the last glimmer of sunlight on the Sword Test Peak, and the complete darkness also hid the bloodthirsty dark light in everyone's eyes.

They threw the magical weapons that had been charged into the sea of ​​swords one after another, feeling extremely happy in their hearts.

Lu Wangyu, you should die.

But the target of their hatred, the devil they hated but dared not speak of, still ignorantly stopped at the peak.In front of him are towering mountains and green forests, and the flies beside him are still dutifully following.

Although the disciples of the Yao Pavilion kept a close distance on the surface, he knew very well in his heart that as long as Lu Wangyu thought about it, he would be dead in the wilderness in the next second.

But he was fearless.

This time, it was the order issued by Master Changzao personally, asking him to stay with Lu Wangyu.Moreover, Yao Pavilion had already explained the result to him—they would set up a scheme to kill Lu Wangyu, and it was very likely that the disciples who were beside the devil would be implicated.

They will be killed together, and there will be no chance of survival.

But so what, the life of the one who steals the living is not as good as the death of the one who bravely goes to the dead.

Lu Wangyu silently stared at the great rivers and mountains in front of him, but he stared at that person firmly.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a little unusual movement, like thousands of troops galloping in the distance, and the dull iron hooves were making a faint sound.

Where the mountains, rivers and sky meet, there is a faint roar of thunder.

The disciple of Yao Pavilion looked up Xunsheng, he squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the distance, the cloud was calm and the wind was light, and there was nothing unusual.

But there, there was a strange noise clearly...

Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, as if something was pressing heavily on his heart, and even the air seemed to stagnate, making it impossible to breathe.

He caressed his chest to catch his breath, but his brows were furrowed—has the weather changed, it seemed a little stuffy.

Suddenly, something strange broke into his eyes.In the clouds in the distance, there seemed to be a little silver light flashing.

The Yao Pavilion disciple narrowed his eyes even smaller, wanting to carefully discern what that silver dot is...

After a little silver light flashed, another light flashed in the layers of clouds, and then the silver light reflected the outline of the clouds, flickering endlessly, like a thunderstorm brewing.

However, no thunder was heard at all, and the surrounding area was eerily quiet.

The disciples of Yao Pavilion stared at that place with bated breath, their doubts and uneasiness grew stronger and stronger.

Finally, his frowning brows were finally relaxed, and his eyes were wide open, full of unbelievable and heart-rending fear.

"Sword...sword..." He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a complete sound, he could only tremblingly raise his trembling fingers, almost out of breath.

What came out of the clouds were overwhelming silver dots, and thousands of sharp swords glowing with cold light.

That's the sword rain, the sword sea, and it's real—the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.

The Yao Pavilion disciple finally lost his legs in fright. He is not afraid of life and death, but he would be terrified by such a grand killing situation.

That is the murderous intent to destroy the world, it is the unstoppable return of ten thousand swords to the sect!Any sword that is taken out is a bloody existence in the world, but now, such things are densely occupying the entire sky, blocking all escape routes.

Although this kind of killing is a precise killing, it can still completely razed a radius of dozens of miles to the ground!

Wuyue Peak was their best choice.

In order to kill Yao Pavilion, Lu Wangyu razed Chengyang Peak to the ground, and Yao Pavilion was willing to erase Wuyue Peak to kill Lu Wangyu...

Crazy!All crazy!

The Yao Pavilion disciple's eyes were about to burst, his legs went limp, he fell to the ground, and crawled a few steps towards the person behind him with both hands and feet.Under such circumstances, his only ally was the so-called enemy.

Lu Wangyu's expression was still calm, and there was no emotion in his dark eyes, as if the overwhelming wave of swords was not coming for him.

Help!

The Yao Pavilion disciple opened his mouth, his face was full of tears, and he hastily stretched out his hand.But the words for help got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even make a sound.

The devil in black still didn't show any expression, but he gently picked up the tether in his hand, raised the wine bottle, and caught it casually.

When Lu Wangyu, who was behind him, opened the bottle with one hand, the Yao Pavilion disciple had already turned his desperate eyes back to that side. He watched the life-threatening sharp blades coming like a torrential rain, with an icy cold light coming, Shocked to the point of aphasia, but also ashamed.

I'm dying……

The people on the ground closed their eyes in resignation, waiting desperately and tremblingly for the sword light to penetrate and destroy them.

But the chest sword he had imagined didn't happen, he only felt a gust of wind blowing past his ears, engulfed in dizzy spiritual power fluctuations and ripples.

The Yao Pavilion disciple gritted his teeth, and carefully opened his eyes trembling.

And at the moment when he opened his eyes, big drops of tears welled up in his eyes, he couldn't make a sound out of his mouth, but he moved several steps behind him.

Three feet in front of him, there are tens of thousands of silver swords surging forward, as well as the spirit pattern circle standing between the sky and the earth.

Down to the ground, up to the sky, the huge spirit pattern suddenly appeared on the vast mountain range of Wuyue Peak.

There is a faint blue glow on it, like a vast sky, and like a deep lake in the deep sea.

The huge magic circle stood majestically and silently between the heavens and the earth, it swallowed all the sword intents that would destroy the world, and there was endless murderous intent in front of it, but behind it, there was still a peaceful and gentle scenery.

All the sword intents seemed to be swallowed by a huge mouth. They stabbed fiercely into the magic circle with the force of thunder, but miraculously disappeared at the other end without leaving a trace.

Lu Wangyu's eyes were still fixed on the magic circle in front of him where the spirit pattern was flowing, but he sent two liang of wine into his throat in his hand.The old wine entered his stomach with a unique mellow aroma, as if he drank a ball of fire, burning his internal organs.

There seemed to be a flame burning in his heart, he looked at the destruction and vitality in front of him, and thought aimlessly: everything should end.

I won.

……

"Stop!" Yin Yuanshan almost broke his voice, his eyes were red, and he said sharply, "Jiang An, stop!"

Yin Yuanshan observed Lu Wangyu through the Shuiyue Mirror all the time.At the last moment, he couldn't take his eyes off even more, hoping to see the wonderful scene of that person's blood splashing on Wuyue Peak with his own eyes.

But the smile he was just about to release froze at the corner of his mouth—the expected result did not appear, and a spirit pattern magic circle suddenly appeared, which actually stopped all the killing rounds.

Yin Yuanshan is naturally not a stupid person, although he can't see the function of the spirit array through the water moon mirror, but it must not be a good thing.

And Jiang An is not from their side!

The young man on the altar, the model of righteousness that Yao Pavilion held alive, turned out to be a spy from Lu Wangyu's side...

This is crazy!

Everyone was shocked by such a change. They froze in place, not knowing whether it was the magic circle that suddenly appeared in front of Lu Wangyu, or the sudden explosion of Yin Yuanshan——

Or, the young man who was still standing indifferently in the middle of the altar, his eyes not fluctuating at all.

It seems that Jiang An seems to have expected this result...

A few people felt something from that unusual attitude. Their eyes widened in shock, their lips twitched, but they didn't dare to speak out that bold idea.

Jiang An said that he could kill Lu Wangyu without a single soldier, but it was so powerful that it affected a wide range...

Therefore, when he learned that Lu Wangyu had gone to Wuyue Peak, Yao Pavilion made a decisive decision and set the place for the decisive battle there.

But now, what they thought was a foolproof kill was stopped by an inexplicably appearing magic circle.

Even if Lu Wangyu is a genius and the strongest formation master in the world, it is absolutely impossible for him to arrange such a formation in an instant!

The only explanation is that Lu Wangyu knew that the Wuyue Summit would be doomed.

But after he went to Nanling and fought Jiang An for the second life-and-death duel, his whereabouts were always under the monitoring of Yao Pavilion, and he had no time to go to Wuyue Peak to arrange the formation in advance.

This shows that Wuyue Peak's formation is a trap that Lu Wangyu has arranged long ago...

Although it was the battlefield chosen by Yaoge himself, all the impetus behind it was inseparable from one person——Jiang An.

Maybe they are all together!

However, why did Lu Wangyu go to great lengths to attract everyone to conquer him, and even sent Jiang An to lurk in Yao Pavilion to induce Wan Jianzhong to kill him?

In the end, an inexplicable formation is needed to block all the sword intent... Isn't this using the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son?

Could it be that he wants to prove his strategic ability and formation strength...

Just when everyone didn't understand why and Yin Yuanshan was still furious, there was another vision in the world.

The sky suddenly swelled with wind and clouds, and thunder broke out.The strong wind almost uprooted the lush forests, and the raindrops slammed down hard.

But before everyone reacted, it was like a naughty child who had finished playing a prank. After throwing a handful of sand and sand on everyone, he fled quickly. In an instant, the clouds disappeared, and the warm and bright sun once again cast warmth. .

All the monks in Jianjian Peak were dumbfounded: ...

At this time, it was a disciple of the Yao Pavilion summoned who was driving a flying sword and staggered and fell to the ground.His hair was slightly disheveled, and he screamed in fear.

"Yin Changzuo, the Tianzhu... the Tianzhu has collapsed!"