Just a moment ago, they were marveling at Zuo Wanjian's wonderful sword move, but Liang Yan only used one sword energy to completely break the sword move!

"How is it possible... is this person a saint?" Xiao Yuanshan murmured to himself.

Not just him, everyone present had this incredible idea.

The expressions on the faces of Shen Qianhe and Ouyang Mengqi were also very exciting. Both of them had their eyes widened and their mouths slightly opened. They seemed to want to talk out loud, but their perceptions were confused and they didn't know what to say...

On Tianji Peak, Liang Yan still stood calmly, his expression unchanged at all.

In front of him, Zuo Wanjian had been frozen into an ice sculpture. The arrogant sword intent just now had all dissipated, and now he looked like an ordinary mortal old man.

The old man's eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly open. He still maintained the shocked expression he had before being frozen, but he could no longer speak.

"Illusion Sword Condensation...this move is not bad."

Liang Yan nodded, then waved his sleeves.

The ice sculpture instantly shattered, and the "Zuo Wanjian" fell into pieces, turning into thousands of phantom feather sword energy, like a heavy snowfall.

Liang Yan pointed his hand again, and the sword energy was instantly wiped out.

Zuo Wanjian's aura can no longer be found in the entire Tianji Peak...

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of miles away, in the secret realm of the Huan Yu Sword Sect, a white-haired old man who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood.

puff!

The blood dyed his clothes red, and also dyed the white lotus under his seat red.

But he didn't have time to recover from his injuries, and there was a look of panic in his eyes. Then he pinched the magic formula, turned into light and soared into the sky, and soon left the sect's secret realm.

When they reached the sky above the sect, all the disciples of the Huan Yu Sword Sect saw their ancestor, and they couldn't help but be so surprised that they knelt down to worship almost at the same time.

"Welcome ancestor!"

These people had a fanatical admiration for Zuo Wanjian and regarded him as a heavenly being. They did not dare to look directly at him, so they did not notice any blood on his body.

However, Zuo Wanjian didn't take these people to heart at all. He didn't even look at them and was about to leave the Huan Yu Sword Sect in a flash.

Just as he flew to the gate of the sect, a figure suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

This man has a gloomy appearance, long hair, and a black robe that looks like the abyss of a cold pool. He has a strange, soul-sucking aura!

"You...who are you and why do you come to my sect?"

Zuo Wanjian was now frightened. Seeing this person of unknown origin, not only did he not have the slightest trace of his ancestor's aura, but he showed a timid attitude.

The man in black robe smiled slightly: "Before I come here, I first went to deal with the Biguang Cave, Ghost Mansion, Jinyang Pavilion... and other sects. I was delayed a little time on the way, so I would like to ask fellow Taoist Zuo Haihan."

When Zuo Wanjian heard this, his face instantly turned pale: "You and that Wushuang Sword Sect are in the same group!"

The man in black robe smiled and said: "There are some things that it is not convenient for Liang Yan to come forward in person, so he can only delegate them to me. In fact, he has given you a chance, but it is a pity that you are so determined to go to the road of death."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and the demonic energy surged into the sky!

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At the same time, on Tianji Peak.

Liang Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Just now, he cracked the "Illusion Sword Condensation" with just one move and knocked Zuo Wanjian off the altar of Yunmeng Mountain.

The glimmer of hope that the top ten sect leaders had just had was completely shattered at this moment!

"Those who bully my Wushuangjian sect will be killed without mercy!"

Liang Yan's voice was calm, but everyone present felt a chill in their hearts after hearing it.

"Zuo Guihong, kill!"

Liang Yan pointed with his hand, and sword energy erupted from the body of the eldest son of the Huan Yu Sword Sect. He was awakened from coma and screamed like a slaughtered pig.

"ah!"

The first thing this person did when he woke up was to look for his ancestor.

He howled miserably and looked around.

It's a pity that Zuo Wanjian is no longer here...

At this moment, Zuo Guihong was completely in despair. He endured severe pain and knelt down in front of Liang Yan, kowtowing like garlic: "Sect Master Liang, this villain has no eyesight..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "bang!" sound, Zuo Guihong's head was exploded by the sword energy, and countless blood spattered!

His true spirit flashed out of his body and he wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape Liang Yan's sword energy!
Chapter completed!