"Let's get started!"

Wang Yang seemed not to notice the gap between the two, and flicked the sword and said.

"Hmph! Let's see how stubborn you can be!"

Su Wuhen made up his mind, even if he couldn't kill Wang Yang, he would take the opportunity to beat him into a cripple.

Taking advantage of the speaking technique, Su Wuhen quickly formed the magic formula with his hands and blessed himself with a seventh-level Vajra Body Protection Technique.

He also learned the lesson from the last time and did not give Wang Yang any chance to win.

The next moment, the long sword in his hand groaned softly, flew out of his palm, and floated in front of him. As Su Wuhen formed the sword technique, it instantly transformed into dozens of long swords in the car.

"This is the Ten Thousand Spirits Sword Art! It seems that Brother Wuhen attaches great importance to this boy!"

Someone on the side commented.

"I don't think you take it seriously, but you want to be cruel!"

Someone's eyes flickered and they guessed.

While everyone was discussing, Wang Yang also raised the iron sword and said calmly: "Are you ready?"

"Damn it! Go to hell!"

Such a contemptuous attitude made Su Wuhen furious. He activated his sword skills and fired dozens of sword lights towards Wang Yangji.

boom!

Wang Yang, who was originally calm, suddenly exploded, and a sharp sword intent spurted out from his body. For a moment, everyone present felt as if they had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and every nerve was in pain.

The moment dozens of long swords approached, Wang Yang's figure suddenly disappeared, like a breeze blowing through the smoke. Before Su Wuhen could react, a terrifying sword intention had already arrived.

Katcha!

The seventh-level Vajra Body Protection Technique is as fragile as a bubble, shattering instantly in front of an ordinary iron sword.

The long sword was pointed at the center of Su Wuhen's eyebrows. Su Wuhen immediately had the illusion that his soul was about to be cut open.

Whoosh!

Just when Su Wuhen thought he was going to die, the iron sword stopped, then slapped him hard on the face, sending Su Wuhen flying away.

"You lose!"

Wang Yang said with indifferent eyes.

"Ahhh!"

Su Wuhen's mouth was bleeding and he roared angrily. He stood up again unwillingly and rushed towards Wang Yang.

Wang Yang slashed out with his sword, hesitating his sword intent, and stopped three inches above Su Wuhen's head. Su Wuhen's eyes turned white and he fell to the ground.

"Take him away, don't delay my cultivation!"

Wang Yang returned his sword to its sheath, turned around and returned to the house. The remaining people looked at each other in confusion.

"Isn't that sword intention just now?"

"Maybe it should be!"

The shock in the hearts of several people rolled like a tsunami. If Wang Yang really understood the sword's intention, his talent would be so terrifying that there would be no possibility of Su Wuhen fighting him in the future.

"Hurry up and send this news back to the family!"

Several people took the unconscious Su Wuhen and left in a hurry. This news was really important.

Wang Yang returned to the room and continued the simulation.

When he decided to enter the sword tomb to obtain the spirit sword, it was no longer possible to hide it, so he didn't care about how many people spread the news back to his family.
Chapter completed!