When Bu Canghai's knife struck, a deep sense of despair emerged in the hearts of everyone present.
This knife seems to be able to break the beauty deep in everyone's heart.
What's even scarier is.
Everything is still.
Whether it was the rushing river or the pouring rain, everything where the sword passed by seemed to have pressed the time pause button and stood still.
"This sword has probably surpassed the realm of a first-grade grandmaster and reached a completely new realm."
Everyone was horrified.
They all knew that it was not time that was suspended, but space that was frozen.
The power of this knife was so powerful that it affected the surrounding space.
In the face of this invincible power, who can stop it?
Even if there is a mountain standing in front of you, it can be split open with one sword. Its power is strong enough to overthrow the world.
"Being able to compete with the heavenly realm with a mortal body, even though it is borrowed from external forces, is enough to impress people."
Facing this sword, Li Wenchan did not hesitate to express his appreciation.
From his perspective, Bu Canghai can be regarded as a martial arts genius.
If it had been another first-grade grandmaster, he would probably have spilled his blood in the Yangtze River today, and would have hated himself on the spot.
"What a pity, your opponent is me!"
Li Wenchan sighed softly.
During the three hundred years in Kunlun, what he lacked most was opponents.
No matter who you are, whether you are a genius or a monster, you will eventually become a stepping stone under his feet.
He stepped on countless corpses to become King Li Yan today.
Faced with this powerful sword that seemed to open up the world.
He just stood there, motionless. Behind him, a strange scene suddenly appeared. He saw a big sun jumping out and a silver moon shining brightly.
"What's this?"
Seeing this scene of the sun and the moon shining together, everyone was shocked.
"This Li Wenchan, the magic he practices is unheard of and unseen."
Changfeng’s chief instructor was amazed.
In terms of magic, the most famous one in the south and north of the Yangtze River is the thunder method of Tianshi Tao, which is powerful in the world, but compared with the current magic of Li Wenchan, it seems to be eclipsed.
At the same time that the sun and moon appeared, Bu Canghai's sword energy also arrived.
His whole body was integrated with the sword energy. At close range, Li Wenchan could even see the light in his eyes.
At this moment, Bu Canghai had no hatred in his eyes.
Some are just pure respect for the strong.
He used the most powerful sword in his life to unleash Li Wenchan's astonishing martial arts!
Victory or defeat depends on the moment.
"Boom!"
Everyone opened their eyes wide and saw the two colliding together. There was no sound, only brilliant light blooming.
Great sound!
The vast and surging energy spread from the center of the two people to the surroundings like an overwhelming force.
I saw a shock wave visible to the naked eye sweeping across, and the entire Yangtze River was lowered several meters by this terrifying force.
On both sides of the bank, countless big trees were uprooted, and the ship shook violently, making a "creak" sound, as if it was about to disintegrate.
Many masters quickly summoned their energy to resist this impact.
Their hearts were full of horror. Just the aftermath of this collision, if they got too close, could shatter the Grandmaster to pieces.
"Bu Canghai won, right?"
Everyone stared at this scene closely.
Bu Canghai sacrificed his whole body's blood and poured it into the evil sword. In this special way, he cut out a sword worthy of a king.
This is the most powerful sword in a hundred years since the king escaped from the world.
No matter how strong Li Wenchan is, he should not be able to stop him.
Even Master Lu Tianshi and others, who had full confidence in Li Wenchan before, all had serious expressions on their faces. They did not expect that Bu Canghai could actually perform such a shocking strike.
If Li Wenchan was in his prime, it wouldn't be a problem, but now he is injured.
"No, Ancestor will definitely not lose."
Master Huang clenched his fists, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"this……"
Suddenly, someone exclaimed.
Everyone opened their eyes and saw that the aftermath in the scene slowly disappeared, and the light faded away little by little.
The figures of the two people appeared in front of them again.
I saw Li Wenchan with his hands clasped together, his whole body bathed in the light of the sun and the moon, like a son of the sun and the moon, sacred and inviolable.
With his body as the center, the surrounding area within three feet was filled with the vast power of the sun and the moon.
He held a bloody long knife tightly between his hands.
The knife was less than an inch away from his chest.
But this short inch is as close as the world, and you can never touch him again.
"Should I call you Li Wenchan, or... King of Hell?"
Until this moment, Bu Canghai had clearly understood who he had lost to.
In the vast world, besides the true king, who else can take this sword?
The kings of the old era have all disappeared, and only the mysterious ‘King of Hell’ is active in the world.
After losing to a king, he was convinced.
"Do you still want to fight?"
Li Wenchan asked calmly.
"I lost after all, let's do it."
Bu Canghai sighed softly.
As a strong martial artist, you must not only have the courage to admit defeat, but you must also be able to recognize yourself clearly.
If you lose, you lose.
It is not unfair at all to lose to a king.
Even for him, if he can face off against a king at his peak before dying, even if he dies, there will be no regrets.
Li Wenchan's eyes flickered and flickered, and finally he struck with a snap of his fingers.
"clang!"
The evil sword trembled, made a wailing sound, and then broke apart inch by inch, turning into fly ash. The evil sword forged by a generation of evil kings completely became history.
"you?"
Bu Canghai was stunned and looked at Li Wenchan in confusion.
"You go."
"Why?"
Bu Canghai frowned.
He is not afraid of death and needs no mercy from his enemies.
A person like him would rather die in battle than accept charity from others.
What's more, he has no nostalgia in this world.
"Bu Canghai, I know your pride. A person like you would rather break than bend, and would rather die than surrender. And there is only one reason why I won't kill you. There will be real enemies in the future. If you really want to die, you will die fighting at that time.
Not too late."
Li Wenchan said slowly.
His words also recognized Bu Canghai's martial arts talent.
Keep it for Bu Canghai, it will be useful in the future.
"The real enemy?"
Bu Canghai's expression changed. He heard a solemnity from Li Wenchan's tone. What kind of enemy could make a king like Li Wenchan show such an attitude?
"Are you talking about the king of the old days?"
"The king of the old era? What's there to fear? What I'm talking about is far more terrifying than that." Li Wenchan sneered, "Maybe I will die in front of you and end your wish for revenge."
"Wish for revenge? I no longer have such a wish. I said that with this battle, we will clear up our grudges!"
There was indeed no hatred in Bu Canghai's eyes. He pondered for a moment and said with relief, "Forget it, I want to see what kind of enemy exists that can make even the 'King of Hell' think that he might die!