He was sure that the other party was the owner of Tiandu Sword.
The power of the Sword Pavilion's Tiandu Sword is that it can use limited true energy to evoke the resonance of many energies between heaven and earth.
If you want to absorb a lot of vitality, the more vitality you transport, you will naturally need more quantity and stronger true energy. However, the uniqueness of Tiandu Sword is not that it transports a large amount, but that it is released towards the world.
Some true essence, use the vibration of these true essence to exchange for the resonance of many heaven and earth vitality.
The resonance of a basin of water can only cause some splashing, but the resonance of a snow mountain can form an avalanche.
In Yang Wan's view, in order to deal with the Tiandu Sword, one must first cut off the resonance between the opponent's true energy and heaven and earth.
When countless rays of sword light walked in the sky, many strands of Qi flowing from Yan Wumei's body were instantly cut off. Even the water vapor in the air and the clouds in the sky were cut into pieces by these sword lights.
The wind blowing from one direction turned into countless strands, and the sky suddenly became brighter.
However, Yang Wan's brows suddenly wrinkled.
Before his sword could actually cut out, he could already feel that Yan Wumei's body was empty.
In his perception, Yan Wumei in front of him was empty and devoid of any threat.
It was meaningless for him to slash Yan Wu Mei and Bu Za with his sword.
He didn't know what method Yan Wumei used to evacuate the massive amount of true energy accumulated in his body in an instant, but at this time, the true energy released from Yan Wumei's body had already formed countless brighter spaces in the sky.
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These true essences are like countless floating transparent mirrors, themselves without power or threat at all. However, the bright light passing through these mirrors quickly gathers into an even brighter flame.
Then these bright flames pass through the transparent mirrors below and continue to converge.
There are golden light spots formed in the sky.
Like unburned embers rising from a chimney at night.
Yang Wan narrowed her eyes slightly.
A golden spot of light fell on his eyebrows, and then his eyebrows burned, and a wisp of green smoke ignited.
A little golden light is followed by countless golden lights.
Countless exclamations sounded.
There were countless hissing sounds on the water surface, and white steam kept rising.
Many charred marks appeared on the driftwood, smoke continued to rise, and then bloomed into bright flames.
Many charred holes appeared in the hair and clothes of Yang Wan and Yan Wumei. Yang Wan held the handle of the knife tightly. He was constantly sensing these changes in vitality and thinking of ways to break them.
In a very short period of time, he thought about countless possibilities. However, sensing the speed at which the true sun fires condensed, and sensing the range covered by these true fires following the other person's thoughts, the corners of his mouth slowly revealed.
A wry smile.
A practitioner may be able to fly faster than most flying swords in the world, but who can be faster than the shining of light?
"From the very beginning, you planned to die with me?"
He looked at Yan Wumei in front of him who was also bathed in such light stars, and asked.
Yan Wumei looked at him, neither answering yes nor no, but simply said, "I have been unable to use the Tiandu Sword for a long time. This is the only sword I have cultivated since I was disabled. No matter who it is, no matter what the opponent uses,
I can only use this sword for all the moves."
Yang Wan smiled bitterly.
There were also many burnt marks on his jade-like cheeks, and his originally delicate face now looked like a pockmark.
"How is it done?"
He looked at the old man from Jiange with complicated emotions and asked seriously again.
"Ordinary practitioners cannot do this." Yan Wumei smiled, "But if you are already a practitioner with many broken meridians, and after many years of hard training, you have continuously repaired a few special meridians.
It is not difficult at all to connect it and turn it into a huge passage."
Yang Wan suddenly understood.
"What's the difference between this and always leaving a huge penetrating sword hole in the body?"
He shook his head with some admiration and some emotion, and said, "It's just these methods that condense the true fire of the sun, but others can't even imagine it. Who would be ready to face death from the moment they prepare a move?"
When his voice sounded like this, the hair and clothes on his and Yan Wumei's bodies burned completely.
His and Yan Wumei's skin peeled off like burnt paper.
Such a scene only appeared in everyone's eyes for a short moment.
Those little golden stars are connected into lines and pieces.
The extremely dazzling light completely enveloped the area of more than ten feet in which they were located. These golden lights were so dazzling that no one could see clearly what was inside.
Just brilliant, just brilliant.
All floating objects near the two people, including the remains of the Northern Wei soldiers who had been lying on the ground, all disappeared in the light.
Even those tough leather armors eventually turned into fly ash.
When the light began to disappear, only some white ashes were scattered.
The gold and iron were not melted.
The legendary Northern Wei Dynasty magic sword, the Full Moon Scimitar, fell to the ground diagonally.
From the beginning to the end, this powerful practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty did not use a complete sword.
Because it cannot be solved, it is meaningless. It is better to solve the incomprehensible confusion before leaving this world.
The section of the pontoon bridge near the north wall of Zhongli was completely burned through, with only many incomplete iron cables attached like spider webs.
All the people in the Northern Wei Dynasty were shocked and speechless looking at such a scene. Many people's lips were trembling constantly, but they could not make a sound.
All the Southern Dynasty people on Zhongli City Wall looked at the place where the old man from Jiange disappeared, and their faces became more and more solemn.
Lin Yi slowly lowered his head.
There was a clear white line not far in front of him.
Those white lines are the edges formed by the accumulation of fine white ash, and they are also the edges enveloped by Yan Wumei's sword intent.
There was some inevitable sadness in him.
But more than anything, I am proud.
This should be Jiange's glorious moment.
"My sword pavilion is here... As long as there is one person in the sword pavilion, this city will never fall into your hands."
He raised his head again, faced Jiang Xinzhou and the north bank opposite, and spoke slowly and clearly.
All the people in the Northern Wei Dynasty who heard this voice became heavy in breathing.
No one refuted his words.
Because everyone in the Northern Wei Dynasty, including the generals of the White Bone Army later, felt that Lin Yi's words might be like a nightmare.
Lin Yi took a deep breath.
He allowed the Qi in his body to flow faster, so that the injuries in his body could recover as quickly as possible.
His eyes fell on the full-moon scimitar.
From the previous reactions of those Northern Wei people, he knew that this scimitar probably occupied the same position in the hearts of these Northern Wei people as the Kunpeng heavy armor.
His own sword has been lost in the battle formation.
He felt that he was not used to using this machete that looked too wide.
But this is a symbol.
So he walked forward, reached out and picked up the knife, and then inserted it into the broken wall behind his body.