To everyone's surprise, Ye Wenchan showed no reaction at this moment. He was still standing so leisurely, his eyes were still so dull, as if he didn't feel anything at all.
"Very good, you are interesting."
The Seventh Young Master also looked at Ye Wenchan with some surprise and took another step.
"Boom."
Taking the third step, the Seventh Young Master came to Ye Wenchan in a rolling posture, gathered all his sword energy, and put pressure on Ye Wenchan.
"Seventh Young Master has taken these few steps, and the power of the sword is getting stronger and stronger. If the sword doesn't come out, it will be earth-shattering!"
"Yes, the Seventh Young Master is really angry now. That boy is in big trouble."
"Poor boy, he still refuses to admit defeat and even confronts the Seventh Young Master. He just wants to die."
The geniuses and experts in the Donglu Region were discussing when they suddenly heard a "ding" sound.
In the hands of the Seventh Young Master, a long sword shone out, and the Seventh Young Master's momentum reached its peak.
"Heaven-Diamond Sword!"
The Seventh Young Master shouted angrily and stabbed out with his sword!
This sword is sharp and shining, like a shocking giant dragon emerging from the world, rushing straight into the sky, as if it wants to drill a hole in the sky.
Where the sword pointed, it was Ye Wenchan!
However, what shocked everyone was that Ye Wenchan did not dodge when faced with such a stunning sword, but lightly stretched out a hand to grab the sword!
"Oh my god, is this guy crazy?"
"He actually grabbed the Seventh Young Master's sword with his hand, and he wasn't afraid of having his hand cut off?"
"How tyrannical the Seventh Young Master is with his swordsmanship. This man is already useless, so let's put this aside!"
The geniuses in the Donglu Region looked at this scene with great pride. They felt that Ye Wenchan was really an idiot.
A strong man of this level actually uses his bare hands to fight with bare hands?
However, with Ye Wenchan's grasp, not only was his hand not cut off, but he also directly grasped the sword body. That big hand, like the giant palm of a god, held the Seventh Young Master's long sword in his hand.
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At this moment, the Seventh Young Master suddenly felt his mind spinning.
The next moment, he opened his mouth fiercely.
"puff……"
A mouthful of strong blood spurted out from Seventh Young Master's mouth.
The bright sword light in his hand also dimmed.
The long sword also turned gray, as if it had lost its aura.
At this moment, everyone was shocked!
Even Yuan Jing, who had already guessed the ending, was stunned on the spot!
No one expected that Ye Wenchan could actually catch the Seventh Young Master's sword with just a pair of fleshy palms, and caused the Seventh Young Master to suffer backlash and vomit blood on the spot.
What's even more frightening is that Ye Wenchan's movements don't seem to have any lethality, but they are so terrifying.
"Bang bang..."
I only saw Ye Wenchan's palm exerting a slight force, and the Taoist long sword in the hands of the Seventh Young Master immediately flashed seven gorgeous weapon patterns, and then those weapon patterns all collapsed one by one, and the entire long sword
, also under this pinch, it turned into pieces and scattered on the ground.
"puff……"
At this moment, the Seventh Young Master opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire face was as pale as silver paper!
"Heaven, what do I see?"
"How is this possible?"
"He actually crushed the Seventh Young Master's Taoist weapon with one hand! How is this possible?"
At this moment, everyone was screaming crazily deep in their hearts.
But none of them dared to speak out.
They could only watch helplessly as Ye Wenchan let go, watched the fragments of the long sword slip from his hand, and saw that the jade-white palm was not damaged at all, not even a bit of skin was broken.
Then he watched Ye Wenchan raise his hand again and slap the seventh son on the head lightly.
"Thank you sir for not killing me!"
Suddenly, the Seventh Young Master yelled like crazy, then closed his eyes, as if he was destined to live or die!
Ye Wenchan's hand landed less than a centimeter away from the Seventh Young Master's cheek, and stopped!
"You think I won't kill you?"
Ye Wenchan's palm stopped and he looked at the seventh young master playfully.
It must be said that the Seventh Young Master reacted very quickly. If he hesitated at all, Ye Wenchan's slap would turn him into a bloody mist.
"Sir, you are not a murderous person. I already know that I was wrong."
The Seventh Young Master opened his eyes and spoke boldly.
He is not a fool. This person can smash his Taoist weapon with one slap or kill him with one slap. Moreover, they don't care about his family background and background. If he continues to refuse to give in, his life will really be lost.
If your life is gone, how can you talk about the future?
"You are quite right."
"But, I am afraid that you will retaliate against me!"
Ye Wenchan rubbed his fingers, seemingly hesitant.
"I swear that I will never take revenge on you, sir, nor will I target Miss Zi Yuanying in this life. If I violate my oath, my Dantian will be shattered, and my life will be worse than death!"
The Seventh Young Master raised his finger and cursed and swore.
"Do you think I will believe you?"
Ye Wenchan had already lowered his hand, obviously not planning to continue killing.
As the Seventh Young Master said, he is not a murderous person, not to mention that the other party has already surrendered.
"Sir, you will believe me, because now the Taoist weapon is broken, the internal injuries are extremely serious, and there are also cracks in the Taoist heart, you have to believe me."
The Seventh Young Master said with endless regret on his pale face.
What he regretted was provoking Ye Wenchan.
What he regrets is that he was too arrogant.
What he regretted was falling into Yuan Jing's scheme.
Ye Wenchan nodded: "Yes, the Taoist heart you have cultivated is a domineering Taoist heart. This Taoist heart must be invincible and move forward indomitably."
"It's a pity that your heart is broken. You will never be able to walk on this path."
Ye Wenchan naturally knew how serious the Seventh Young Master's injuries were. It could be said that the Seventh Young Master had already surrendered from the moment his sword was broken. At that time, there was a crack in the Seventh Young Master's Taoist heart, so he spit out blood.
But if he refused to give in, what Ye Wenchan would crush would not be his long sword, but his Dantian.
However, the potential and talent of this Seventh Young Master can indeed be called a genius.
Because as a Taoist, you must first cultivate the Tao and then have a Tao mind.
Those who cultivate their minds have more potential and understanding than those who practice Taoism.
What Ye Wenchan has been cultivating is the heart.
This Seventh Young Master actually already has the potential to cultivate his mind, but his Taoist mind is overbearing.
Once the overbearing heart is not overbearing enough, the heart will be broken!
"The Taoist heart can be rebuilt. I just don't want to die for some reason."
The Seventh Young Master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a hint.
"Let's go!"
Ye Wenchan glanced at Yuan Jing and waved his hand, "I didn't kill the Seventh Young Master!"
Yuan Jing's expression became obviously very intriguing.
She frowned and looked at Ye Wenchan, then at the Seventh Young Master, and bit her lip, as if she was struggling with something.