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Chapter 445: Immeasurable Sword

Feng Zhiling was defeated!

Even though he held the cicada-winged holy sword and cast a high-grade forbidden technique, he still failed.

Because in the face of absolute strength, any means pales in comparison.

At this moment, he fell at Jun Wushuang's feet, unable to recover.

At this moment, the mountain wind roared, and everyone was paying attention.

A pair of eyes, full of shock and disbelief.

All the faces were stunned.

The previous defeat could be said to be due to Feng Zhiling's carelessness.

But this time, he even used high-grade forbidden techniques, but he was still defeated. This only shows that there is a huge gap between his strength and Jun Wushuang.

It's so big that even forbidden magic can't make up for it.

"I told you, you are too weak!"

Jun Wushuang was ruthless and kicked Feng Zhiling away.

Immediately, Feng Zhiling flew backwards and landed a hundred meters away. After spitting out a large mouthful of blood, he fainted.

"Senior Brother Feng Zhiling was defeated. He was too strong. How did he practice? Not only did he improve his level so quickly, but his strength was so terrifying."

"A monster, a real monster. No wonder Tianji Holy Land ranked him in the top ten of the list of geniuses. Faced with such a monster, Senior Brother Feng Zhiling was defeated unjustly."

"Senior Brother Feng Zhiling is the second swordsman. Even he was defeated. The other swordsmen are definitely no match. We can only look forward to Wuliang Jianzi."

Everyone exclaimed, shocked by Jun Wushuang's powerful strength.

Feng Zhiling is not a weakling.

He was called the Qingfeng Sword Emperor, and he realized the sword intention of the wind. He was not only the second sword master, but also a strong man at the ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm.

With all his strength, even the strongest in the Supreme Realm will be defeated.

Looking at the entire Eastern Region, there are only a few among his peers who can suppress him.

But today, he was defeated by Jun Wushuang.

And it was a crushing victory without any suspense.

This result made everyone in the Wanjian Emperor Sect very uncomfortable.

Because Feng Zhiling represented the Wanjian Emperor Sect, but they were defeated by Jun Wushuang, causing them to lose face.

The Wanjian Emperor Sect is one of the seven immortal forces in the Eastern Region.

And he is also known as the most lethal swordsman.

As disciples of the Wanjian Emperor Sect, each of them is honored and very proud.

But now, Jun Wushuang has severely trampled their pride under his feet.

This makes them frustrated and even more uncomfortable.

But facing the powerful Jun Wushuang, they were powerless.

The other eight swordsmen stared angrily, but did not dare to challenge easily.

Because their strength is not as good as Feng Zhiling, and even Feng Zhiling was defeated, they will not be able to escape defeat if they go up.

Now their only hope is the number one Wuliang Jianzi.

Whoosh!

At this moment, a brilliant and bright sword light suddenly flew out from the depths of the Wanjian Emperor Sect.

This sword light is extremely bright. Even in the daytime, it surpasses the sun and becomes the brightest light in everyone's eyes.

Moreover, this sword light was solid and extremely sharp, and it actually split the entire sky into two halves.

Looking from a distance, the sky is like paper, being cut across.

As the sword light approached, everyone felt chills all over their bodies, as if a sharp sword had penetrated their bodies.

Sharp!

Edge!

Definitely!

This feeling made everyone tremble inside.

Finally, the sword light flew into the square and was reflected in everyone's eyes.

Everyone looked up.

I saw a young man in white clothed in the sword light.

The young man is dressed in white and spotless.

And not only his clothes are white, but his pants and shoes are also white.

Even his skin is as white as jade, as bright as frost and snow.

The most important thing is that he still has white hair.

This white hair is not the paleness of old age, nor is it the whiteness of terminal illness, but as white as ice and snow.

Immaculately white, with flying long hair.

He is wearing white clothes and white hair, and is carrying a pure white holy sword on his back.

This is the Infinite Sword.

"Infinite Sword Body!"

Jun Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and he instantly saw Wuliang Jianzi's special physique.

This is an extremely powerful special physique, comparable to the Holy Body, but more suitable for sword cultivation.

Compared with Lin Mengyao's Ten Thousand Swords Saint Body, it can only be regarded as comparable.

Moreover, the sword body of Wuliang Sword has been completed, and its sword intent is as clear as light from the inside out.

No need to guess, Jun Wushuang can also judge that the sword intention Wuliang Jianzi sensed is the sword intention of light!

However, Wuliang Jianzi's realm is not that high, he is also at the ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm.

It's just that he has touched the threshold of the Supreme Realm, and is only half a step away from the Supreme Realm.

"Disciple is late, please forgive me, elders."

"However, since this disciple is here, he must avenge Junior Brother Feng Zhiling, and also regain the lost dignity of our Wanjian Emperor Sect."

Wuliang Jianzi was the first to salute Leiyin Sword Master, and at the same time he spoke with full confidence.

For a moment, the depressed crowd once again burst into loud noises.

"Senior Brother Wuliang, you are finally here. This Holy Son of Xuanhuang is so arrogant. He not only insulted us as toads, but also defeated Senior Brother Feng Zhiling and disgraced our Wanjian Emperor Sect."

"Senior Brother Wuliang, please take action and let him see how powerful our Wanjian Emperor Sect is. Let him know what it means that there is heaven outside the world and there are people outside the world!"

"Senior Brother Wuliang, you are our last hope. Please don't show mercy. You must teach him a painful lesson. Otherwise, it will not be enough to vent your anger."

As soon as Wuliang Sword came out, everyone saw hope again.

And this hope is so strong.

On identity.

Wuliang Jianzi is the number one swordsman of the Wanjian Emperor Sect, comparable to the emperor's son.

On talent.

Wuliang Jianzi possesses the Wuliang Sword Body, masters the sword intention of light, and has practiced hard in the Wanjian Emperor Sect for many years, and has outstanding combat power.

On strength.

Although Wuliang Jianzi is also at the ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm, he is ranked fourth on the list of geniuses, even above the sword demons of the Black Demon Sect.

Regardless of status, talent or strength.

Countless swords are enough to crush Jun Wushuang.

Coupled with everyone's admiration for Wuliang Jianzi, they were all full of confidence. They thought that once Wuliang Jianzi made a move, Jun Wushuang would definitely be defeated.

For a moment, everyone cheered and cheered for Wuliang Jianzi.

Even the other eight swordsmen bowed their heads slightly to express their inner respect after seeing Wuliang Jianzi appear.

The Wuliang Swordsman's ability to become the number one swordsman depends not on his status, but on his actual strength.

Moreover, the gap in strength is huge. If the nine swordsmen join forces, they may not be the opponent of Wuliang Jianzi.

If he were to take action now, wouldn't it be easy to win?

The cheers of the crowd did not make Wuliang Jianzi proud.

Because his pride overflows from his bones.

It's a kind of arrogance that makes you the only one in the world.

At this time, he fell from the sky, landed in the square, and faced Jun Wushuang from a distance.

He didn't despise Jun Wushuang, but he didn't take it seriously either.

Some are just looking at the indifference of all sentient beings from the clouds.

"Within three moves, I'll kill you!"


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