A sword thrust out, sending up sword light and smoke all over the sky.
With Nan Tiandu's sword, his super cultivation was fully demonstrated, leaving other disciples who joined the sect at the same time unmatched. Some people were amazed and shocked, while others were worried and regretful.
Zhu Sijia looked nervous. Her breasts were touched and her butt was spanked. Seeing Ye Chuan being crushed to death, she should have been excited and happy, but for some reason, she was worried about Ye Chuan instead.
The smoke and dust in the sky dispersed, and everyone opened their eyes unexpectedly.
Ye Chuan, who bore the brunt of the attack, was not dead. He was still standing opposite Nan Tiandu. His body was not damaged at all, but his robe looked a little messy.
"How can it be?"
"How did he do that?"
People were talking and marveling.
With Nan Tiandu's sword, even an elite disciple in the monk realm was not sure of escaping. How did Ye Chuan, who was only a fifth-level warrior, do it
Nan Tian was also surprised and looked at Ye Chuan in disbelief.
Over the years, there are not many people who can escape from his heavy sword, but it is definitely not something that a warrior can do. His senior brother Ye Chuan, who was rumored to be extremely mediocre, once again impressed him!
"Good swordsmanship, but unfortunately, Junior Brother Tiandu, your speed is still a little slow!"
Ye Chuan patted the dust on his body, smiled faintly, picked up the broom thrown on the ground, and prepared himself for Nan Tiandu's next attack.
Just now, just when everyone thought he was about to encounter something unexpected, his body swayed like catkins, narrowly avoiding Nan Tiandu's decisive blow.
Mortal body, mortal womb, mortal life, this body now is incomparable to what it was in its heyday, and its cultivation level is not worth mentioning. However, Ye Chuan's experience was still there, and his body instinctively reacted in an unimaginable way at the critical moment of life and death. Although his cultivation level is not yet on the table, his body is stronger than the fat Zhao Dazhi, a seventh-level warrior. In the past few days, the benefits of not rushing to break through bottlenecks and training hard have finally emerged.
Of course, this is also the reason why Nan Tiandu's speed is indeed not fast enough. If Ye Chuan is as fast and powerful as the powerful enemy millions of years ago, no matter how experienced Ye Chuan is, he will have no choice but to catch him.
Pretend, keep pretending!
How long has it been and you are still talking so shamelessly!
People were speechless. Nan Tiandu was already aloof and arrogant enough. It seemed that senior brother Ye Chuan was even more arrogant than Nan Tiandu. People are proud of their pride, but as for Ye Chuan, isn't this looking for death
"Hahaha, okay, okay!"
Nan Tiandu laughed angrily, took a step forward suddenly, jumped up high and threw himself in front of Ye Chuan with an afterimage, and struck out with his sword again, "Is this sword fast enough?"
People's hearts suddenly became tense.
Nan Tiandu's sword is faster and more ferocious!
Zhu Sijia was so nervous that she clenched her fists and her palms were covered with sweat. Originally, she had the idea of competing with Nan Tiandu, but after seeing the latter's sword, she no longer had any thoughts of challenging. Dandy Jinhua, who was standing behind the crowd, was once again full of hope and laughed.
Just now, Ye Chuan escaped by luck. This time, he didn't believe that boy Ye Chuan could still be so lucky!
Ding, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in people's ears.
Nan Tiandu screamed and looked at Ye Chuan opposite him in disbelief.
Ye Chuan took a few steps back. His long hair was messy and he looked a little embarrassed, but his body was not damaged at all. At the critical moment, he actually waved the black broom in his hand and blocked Nan Tiandu's epee.
All the inner disciples of the sect know that the sword in Nan Tiandu's hand is extraordinary. It was an eight-hundred-jin black-inscribed heavy sword with several ancient inscriptions engraved on it. It could not even be lifted by ordinary people. It was a treasure that Nan Tiandu selected in the weapons pavilion when he was eight years old. The heavy sword has no edge and relies on its astonishing weight to kill the enemy. With one strike of the sword, a thousand-year-old demonic beast will be beaten into a pulp. How did Ye Chuan stop it
A mere broom that was thrown on the ground and no one wanted it actually blocked Nan Tiandu's black-marked epee. Who would believe it
No one will believe it, but the facts before us make people believe it!
"Once the talisman is completed, one thought can swallow the sky..."
Ye Chuan murmured to himself, and his face gained a glow.
Nan Tiandu's second sword was even more powerful. Fortunately, half of the Sky-Swallowing Talisman in his body did not disappoint him. With a sudden movement, a violent force burst out.
This is just half a talisman. Once a real sky-swallowing talisman is condensed, how powerful will the body be
Ye Chuan, who once covered the sky with one hand, discovered for the first time that cultivation was far more mysterious than he had ever known, and he was full of expectations for the next cultivation. Dandy Jinhua, who was standing behind the crowd, had a look of disbelief and disappointment.
In order to attract the sect's wizard Nan Tiandu, he and his counselor He Taixu spent a lot of thought and cost. I thought that I could witness with my own eyes how Ye Chuan begged for mercy and how he died, which was very satisfying. Who would have thought that this would happen? Was it Ye Chuan Tai Meng who had hidden his cultivation before, or was Nan Tiandu secretly letting off steam
Jinhua started to get anxious and wanted to go out and do it himself. This would not kill Ye Chuan, and he really wanted to vomit blood.
"Okay, as expected of senior brother, I do have some skills. Come again. I have a sword technique, known as the Sky-Shaking Sword. I just want to ask senior brother to give me some advice!"
Nan Tiandu's face was cold, and he took a step forward again with murderous intent.
But this time, he was not in a hurry to take action immediately. Instead, he hunched his shoulders slightly and bowed his body slightly. The black-inscribed heavy sword in his hand buzzed, and the ancient inscriptions engraved on it lit up one by one. In the air, an ancient Xiaosha aura began to ripple, getting stronger and stronger, accompanied by more and more majestic power fluctuations.
Nine Heaven-Shaking Swords
Ye Chuan was shocked. Looking at Nan Tiandu who was getting ready to go, his face became really solemn.
As a former Great Sage that covers the sky, he certainly understands the power of the Nine Heaven-shaking Swords. Millions of years ago, it was the unique magical power of a master known as the Great Sage that shook the sky. During his heyday when he dominated the wild world with one hand covering the sky, the Great Sage Shaking the Sky and other masters came to challenge him. The two fought for three days and three nights on the Zhetian Peak. In the end, the Great Sage Shaking the Sky used one move to challenge him. He was defeated and disappeared from sight. No one in the wild world has ever seen him again.
Dust-laden memories flooded into Ye Chuan's mind, and the battle that year was still vivid in his mind.
Originally, Ye Chuan thought that the Great Sage Shaking Heaven went to the outer world after his defeat, and there was no possibility of the two meeting again. Unexpectedly, millions of years later, I would see the orthodoxy left by the Great Sage Shaking Heaven here!
The murderous aura and power fluctuations in the air became more and more majestic, and the onlookers retreated again, and only looked over in fear after they were a thousand meters away.
Nan Tiandu has not taken action for a long time, but people understand that this time his attack will be earth-shattering. If you are slightly affected by the aftermath of the battle, you may be out of your mind!
"Okay, this is the style a thousand-year-old wizard should have, Ye Chuan, you are definitely dead this time!"
The playboy Jinhua gritted his teeth, feeling the violent power in Nan Tiandu's body, and finally relaxed, waiting to see how Ye Chuan died.