Yun Lang's image of wisdom laid a glorious foundation for Wanjian Sect!
At the same time, it also saved Wanjian Sect from disaster!
This directly made Yunlang's reputation reach the peak among the previous heads of Wanjian Sect!
In an extremely quiet atmosphere, Yun Lang and Ye Bai held their swords as a gift and then separated.
A sword light appeared without any warning.
Then comes the second course.
The third way.
The fourth way.
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No one can imagine what a grand scene it would be if ten thousand sword lights gathered together.
Except for a very few older monks.
At this moment, on the ring, Yun Lang looked solemn, holding a flying sword in his hand, and ten thousand bright sword lights spread across the entire sky!
The sword light covers the sky and the sun, it is sharp and sharp!
The cloud was cut off!
The sky is cut open!
In silence, thousands of sword lights flew towards Ye Bai!
This is definitely an extremely exciting and grand scene!
Thousands of swords are unleashed!
"Fellow Daoist Ye, this move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is also recorded in the Ten Thousand Swords Technique. Please give me some advice!"
There was a hint of pride in Yun Lang's voice, but his face was a little pale. It is naturally not easy to control these ten thousand sword lights!
But he did it anyway.
"Oh my God, it's Wan Jian Gui Zong, it's Wan Jian Gui Zong! Senior brother is so amazing!"
The monks of Wanjian Sect, who had been suffering from humiliation, were so excited that they exclaimed.
"That's ten thousand sword intentions with sword energy added to them!"
"Big brother, that's amazing!"
Naturally, one person cannot really control ten thousand flying swords, and even two flying swords are already beyond his capabilities.
But sword light, sword energy, and sword intent can be transformed into countless numbers.
Although this still requires secret techniques and the support of powerful spiritual consciousness!
Ye Bai's face was solemn, and the moment thousands of sword lights were reflected in his eyes, he had already raised his hand.
A red long sword appeared.
On the sword, a bloody sun slowly rose, and then exploded!
The sky darkened.
The sword light disappeared.
Layers of blood-colored light enveloped the entire arena.
Those ten thousand sword lights also disappeared into the blood!
"Is this... the sword's intention transformed?!!"
Cao Yun looked shocked and stood up suddenly!
The elders and dignitaries of the other sects were extremely moved.
It is already extremely difficult for a foundation-building monk to understand the artistic conception, and it is even more difficult to comprehend it!
As for the concretization of the artistic conception, this is something that only the Nascent Soul realm can achieve!
And how did Ye Bai do it?
How could he have such huge and pure spiritual power to support him?
But everyone in the audience was shocked and looked at each other, wondering what was happening.
Discussions arose everywhere, and everyone wanted to see this wonderful scene, but none of the big shots from the ten major sects made any move.
Their eyes were fixed on the nearly disappearing arena, as if they could penetrate the thick layer of blood and see the scene inside.
Yuan Zhen smiled proudly and said, "My junior brother should be this good."
Su Mei narrowed her narrow beautiful eyes, but two figures were revealed in her pupils.
Those are Ye Bai and Yun Lang who have entered the artistic conception!
Above the arena, amid the blood, thousands of sword lights roared away, as if they were going to cut off the heaven and earth and cut off all obstacles.
However, at this moment, a blood sun suddenly appeared in the sky, and golden light spread like the earth!
The golden sunlight shone on those sword lights, and the sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly came out. At the same time, those ten thousand sword lights disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The golden light is getting stronger and more dazzling!
The entire artistic conception was completely enveloped in golden light.
Yun Lang's face turned pale and he stared blankly at this scene, seeming to have forgotten the battle.
Those ten thousand sword lights seemed to have been hit by countless raindrops, and they had completely disappeared.
Golden light shrouded Yunlang, looking extremely dazzling under the bloody border.
Ye Bai was dressed in white and stood tall. He smiled and said, "I'm really sorry. Actually, I don't know how strong my strength is, so...it seems like I used too much force?"
When Ye Bai had just broken through to the foundation-building realm, the deacon in the Law Enforcement Hall who was in the fake elixir realm wanted to cause trouble for him, but he was defeated by his excessive force.
Now that he is also in the fake elixir realm, and with his spiritual consciousness increasing several times, the power of this artistic conception has already been greatly enhanced.
The reason why Yun Lang is still standing here unscathed is because of Ye Bai's control over his artistic conception.
Otherwise, Yun Lang would be dead when the golden light shines on the earth.
Yes, he was not deposed, but died directly.
Those golden rays of light are sword energy condensed from countless top-quality fire spiritual powers!
A sword spirit that is pure cannot be more pure.
It is countless times more powerful than the sword energy condensed with blood energy in Ye Bai's sword.
Yun Lang opened his mouth, his eyes were complicated, and he said in a solemn tone: "I lost."
The bloody border slowly disappears.
The golden light then faded.
The bloody sun above my head has long disappeared.
The light illuminated the entire arena again.
Ye Bai and Yun Lang stood on it unscathed.
But Ye Bai looked confident and calm.
On the other hand, Yun Lang felt quite sad, and even had a lingering feeling of shock.
The tens of thousands of monks below were all talking, not knowing what was going on.
On the high platform, the lower-level monks from the ten major sects were also puzzled.
At this time, Cao Yun's voice rang out.
"Ye Baisheng."
Three simple words, but like a thunder, everyone was stunned.
The monks of Wanjian Sect looked in disbelief.
"Impossible, how could Senior Brother lose?"
"The Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect is the most powerful sword move in the Ten Thousand Swords Jue. How could Ye Bai be able to take it?"
"I don't believe it! I don't believe that the eldest brother will lose. The eldest brother is the strongest!"
Not to mention the monks of Wanjian Sect, even the monks of other sects and the talented disciples under the arena were full of shock.
How could Ye Bai win?
In their opinion, the reason why Yun Lang looked like this was probably because he had consumed too much.
Cao Ling even took the lead in shouting: "There is something fishy, there is definitely something fishy! I protest, there is definitely something shady, how could Brother Yunlang lose to this big bad guy!"
Cao Xian smiled helplessly, he was also helpless towards this sister.
Cao Yun glanced at Cao Ling expressionlessly, but said nothing.
Huang Cheng squinted his eyes and smiled coldly.
Most people didn't really believe this result, but in the face of the absolute authority of the Ruyi Sect, no one really dared to stand up and say anything.
"I lost."
Yun Lang took a deep breath and looked at Ye Bai with great admiration.