As soon as Liang Yan finished speaking, Zuo Guihong seemed to have seen a life-saving straw and burst into laughter:

"Ancestor! Ancestor, you are finally here! If you don't show up, Hong'er will be tortured to death by this thief!"

"Liang, my ancestor of the Zuo family is here in person. You are no match for me. If you are wise, please let me go immediately, otherwise you will be crushed by the Wushuang Sword Sect!"

At this moment, Zuo Guihong gained confidence. When facing Liang Yan, he no longer had the solemn expression before, looking confident.

"Noisy."

Liang Yan had no expression on his face and pointed his hand, and more and more sword energy penetrated his body.

These sword energies mashed Zuo Guihong's internal organs to pieces, and his skin and flesh were torn apart. Ordinary people simply could not bear this kind of pain.

Soon, Zuo Guihong fainted from the pain...

Zuo Wanjian saw this scene from a distance and couldn't help but frown slightly and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, I don't know where you are from, but I can give you another chance. As long as you let my grandson go, I will

You can pretend that nothing happened, and allow your Wushuang Sword Sect to establish a foothold in Yunmeng Mountain."

Liang Yan was unmoved and chuckled: "Why do I need your approval to establish the sect of Wushuang Sword Sect? Besides, if my disciple fell into the hands of your Huanyu Sword Sect today, would you let him go?"

After hearing this, Zuo Wanjian's face instantly darkened: "Do you, fellow Taoist, have to do something absolutely to the point where you won't stop until death?"

Liang Yan shook his head and sighed: "Zuo Wanjian, Zuo Wanjian, you are also a strong man who has overcome eight difficulties. Haven't you seen the situation clearly yet? Why do you think Zuo Guihong can survive until now?"

Zuo Wanjian's expression changed, his eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "What Sect Master Liang means...are you waiting for me?"

Liang Yan smiled half-heartedly: "From now on, there will be no Huan Yu Sword Sect in Yunmeng Mountain."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone on the battlefield couldn't help but sneer.

"He's crazy! He actually wants to challenge the ancestor of the Fantasy Sword!"

"The ancestor of the Fantasy Sword is an existence that has crossed the level and fought against the sub-sage monks. Now he has created the 'Illusion Sword Condensation'. It is unimaginable how powerful he is!"

"As long as the ancestor takes action, he will definitely lose! We can just wait and see the good show..."

The top ten sect leaders all respected Zuo Wanjian as a heavenly being, because in their understanding, it was impossible for ordinary people to defeat a being who could transcend the ranks and fight against the sub-sage.

Although Liang Yan's swordsmanship was astonishing, they had more confidence in Zuo Wanjian.

After hearing this, Zuo Wanjian also laughed angrily: "It seems that you don't take me seriously... Anyway, I haven't taken action for a long time, it's time to let the whole Yunmeng Mountain know about my methods!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves.

An invisible wave swept across the entire Tianji Peak, and lotuses bloomed in mid-air, emitting an ethereal and clear sword intent, enveloping everyone present.

"Old... Ancestor..."

Zuo Wu let out an exclamation and then became still.

To be precise, everyone stood still at this moment!

The entire Tianji Peak seemed to be frozen in time. Everyone maintained the same posture as before, with different expressions and horrified eyes.

In this world, the only person who can move is Zuo Wanjian!

I saw him stepping on the void, and every time he took a step, a white lotus would grow under his feet.

Everyone's thinking became dull, but their eyes followed Zuo Wanjian's steps because they had never seen such a weird killing move before, so they were horrified in their hearts and their eyes were full of disbelief.

"Illusion Sword Condensation! This is the most powerful killing move that the ancestor has learned!" Zuo Wu exclaimed in his heart.

Although he cannot move and his thinking has become extremely slow, his admiration for his ancestor has reached its peak, which is simply astonishing!

I saw Zuo Wanjian's figure in the mid-air, which seemed to be ethereal and non-existent, emitting an ethereal and clear glow.

There were lotuses growing under his feet, and with every step forward, the sword intent on his body became more powerful. In the end, the sword intent was overwhelming, as if time and space had been frozen, making everyone feel an unprecedented sense of oppression!

From a distance, Liang Yan watched this scene quietly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Fantasy Sword Condensation? The sword moves created by this person are somewhat mysterious..."

He was already in the state of sword mind, and his eyes were so vicious that he could see the clues in just a moment.

It turns out that this person can use the sword energy of the phantom sword to condense the incarnation outside his body, and manifest the sword intention hundreds of thousands of miles away, making him invincible.

In addition, this person's sword intent is also unique.

The reason why everyone couldn't move was certainly not because Zuo Wanjian froze time and space. It was simply impossible for him to do that with his cultivation level.

In fact, it was Zuo Wanjian's sword intention that changed the surrounding environment and affected everyone's consciousness at the same time.

This is a kind of sword illusion. When everyone is shocked by his sword intention, their consciousness has been tampered with and then begins to seal themselves.

They unknowingly sealed their own meridians and magic power, but thought it was Zuo Wanjian's miraculous workmanship, so they completely lost their fighting spirit.

If it had been anyone else, he would have been slaughtered by Zuo Wanjian like a chicken or a dog. Unfortunately, the person he met was Liang Yan.

Liang Yan saw through this move, his face remained calm, but he nodded secretly in his heart.

"Dongyun Lingzhou is worthy of being the birthplace of swordsmanship. Even a swordsman in the gray area can have such attainments. I can't imagine how wonderful swordsmanship those swordsmanship sects that have inherited their origins can have."

"There are countless heroes in the world. It seems that I came to the right place this time..."

Thinking of this, Liang Yan's face showed a smile.

At the same time, Zuo Wanjian stepped on the lotus and reached the top of his head.

"I've already given you a chance. It's you who sought death on your own, but you can't blame me. But then again, you are proud enough to be able to die under the 'Illusion Sword Condensation'!"

Zuo Wanjian looked down at Liang Yan with an arrogant look on his face.

He slowly stretched out his right hand, pointing the index and middle fingers together like a sword, and the huge sword intention condensed on the fingertips!

At this moment, Zuo Wanjian seemed to have turned into an indestructible sword, exuding an unparalleled tyrannical aura, and all defenses in the world were useless in front of him.

This aura shocked everyone on Tianji Peak.

Not only Zuo Wu and others, but also Shen Qianhe and Ouyang Mengqi who were hundreds of miles away were shocked.

These two people have never seen such a move...

As soon as this move came out, the heaven and earth were suffocated, and all living creatures fell into silence. Even though I had practiced for thousands of years, I couldn't use any of my magic power. I could only watch the opponent's sword light falling.

The two of them couldn't move, but they only had one thought in their minds: "It's over! It's all over! The Wushuang Sword Sect is over, the Demonic Sound Valley and the Thousand Talisman Sect... are also over!"

They have completely lost their fighting spirit.

If before Zuo Wanjian created this move, the master of Demonic Sound Valley and the master of Qianfu Sect could barely resist this person, then now, even if all the monks from the two sects put together, they might not be able to block him. I can’t live with Zuo Wanjian alone!

"Sword cultivators are indeed tyrannical. We are no match at all. If we can leave here alive today, we must go back and report to the leader, disband the sect and escape from the Yunmeng Mountains..." Shen Qianhe sighed secretly.

Just when the two of them were feeling despair, Zuo Wanjian had already fallen from the sky and arrived in front of Liang Yan.

The sword energy surged from his fingertips, emitting a bright glow, and the surrounding space was distorted. It seemed that it could not withstand his sword energy, and countless space cracks appeared...

"die!"

Zuo Wanjian only uttered one word, then pointed forward and stabbed Liang Yan in the heart.

However, the development of things did not easily penetrate the opponent's heart as he expected.

When Zuo Wanjian's fingertips were still about three inches away from Liang Yan's heart, dots of ice crystals appeared around him, and a biting chill appeared out of thin air, freezing everything in an instant. "Huh?"

Zuo Wanjian's eyes showed surprise and suspicion.

He looked forward attentively and saw countless tiny ice crystals appearing on his fingertips, which actually froze the sword energy and made him unable to move forward even half an inch.

"How is that possible!"

Zuo Wanjian's expression changed, and he thought to himself: "Even Hanshan Sect's 'Millennium Ice Coffin' can't stop me from my Phantom Feather Sword Qi. I can instantly pierce through the mere ice spell! How could I be frozen by him?"

Thinking of this, he observed attentively for a moment, and suddenly his heart was shaken, and he lost his voice: "This... this is not an ice spell, this is an ice sword energy!"

I saw that the countless tiny ice crystals turned out to be extremely sharp sword qi. Each sword qi could freeze hundreds of phantom feather sword qi!

"you!"

Zuo Wanjian's face was horrified and showed an expression of disbelief.

There were two things that shocked him: first, the other party could actually use his magical powers in his own phantom sword; second, the other party's sword energy was actually far stronger than his!

"Who are you, Your Excellency?" Zuo Wanjian asked in panic.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you are going to die."

Liang Yan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers.

A gray sword energy burst out from his fingertips and pierced into the glow surrounding Zuo Wanjian.

I saw that the dazzling rays of light collapsed instantly, and Zuo Wanjian's sword intent was like the dust on the leaves, washed away by the majestic heavy rain, and soon dissipated without a trace.

At the same time, on Tianji Peak, the white lotuses disappeared one after another, the sunlight dissipated, and the warmth disappeared. The entire Tianji Peak became cold and chilly again, and the smell of blood rushed towards the face.

Return to your roots!

Liang Yan's chaotic sword energy completely disintegrated the ethereal and clear sword intent, and the surrounding environment returned to its original appearance, and everything was truly displayed.

In mid-air, Zuo Wu and others gradually regained their freedom.

But there was no joy on their faces. Instead, they were frightened and frightened. They couldn't say a word for a long time.

This change is so sudden!
To be continued...