The combined power of the eight major sects was extraordinary. They overcame obstacles all the way and soon entered the main altar of Shura Sect from the entrance of the secret passage.
The main altar of Shuramen is a huge circular square, which is ten meters high. It is brightly lit like daylight and is surrounded by walls built with huge stones. Because it is underground, the climate is very humid.
Although there are many masters in the Shura Sect, they are still outnumbered in the face of the joint encirclement and suppression by the eight major sects. In the blink of an eye, the power gathered by the main sect is getting weaker and weaker, and it is about to be breached, but Yan Wuhuan arrives in time.
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The Shura disciples, who were already despairing at first, immediately showed joy on their faces when the sect leader appeared.
When the people from the eight major sects saw Yan Wuhuan's appearance, they gradually stopped fighting. Suddenly the two sides began to confront each other, staring at each other warily.
"Everyone, our Asura Sect has never had any grudges with the eight major sects. Why do you want to kill each other?" Yan Wuhuan looked at the eight major sects in front of him and said coldly.
"Hmph, evil demons and heretics are all found and punished. Today we are encircling and suppressing your Shura Sect to do justice for heaven." Lin Xiao from the Emei Sect said immediately.
Yan Wuhuan narrowed his eyes, stared at a woman in white clothes and said, "What a man of justice. Could it be that you are Lin Xiao, the head of the Emei Sect?"
"So what?" Although Lin Xiao is a woman, she has a hot temper and has always hated evil. Naturally, she doesn't have a good look towards Yan Wuhuan.
"I heard that the Emei Sect's swordsmanship is unparalleled. I wonder how it compares to my Shura swordsmanship. Given this opportunity today, I wonder if Master Lin dares to compete with me?" Yan Wuhuan said coldly.
"Why don't you dare!" After saying that, Lin Xiao walked out with his sword, and the two parties retreated a distance, leaving room for the two to fight.
"Please enlighten me!" After saying this, Yan Wuhuan slashed at Lin Xiao with a scimitar in his hand.
Lin Xiao was not afraid at all, and the long sword in his hand immediately met Yan Wuhuan's scimitar.
Ding, ding, ding, fire splashed everywhere, and the scimitars and swords made the sound of metal collision.
People from both sides stared at the two people in the field, their eyes unblinking, and kept following the pace of the two people. Unknowingly, the two people had fought twenty times.
Yan Wuhuan's sword skills are worthy of the name Shura. His sword skills are as fast as meteors and carry a bloody killing aura.
Lin Xiao only felt that countless knife shadows were slashing at him in front of his eyes. One knife was gone and the next one came in an instant, without any flaws.
Of course, Lin Xiao's Emei swordsmanship was not unfounded. The shadow of the sword in the sky was like an airtight sword net, isolating Yan Wuhuan's scimitar one foot away.
Standing in the crowd, Lu Yunxian benefited a lot from seeing the duel between the two masters. Although her martial arts skills were high, she lacked practice and was not as good as these experienced seniors. This was the main reason why her master wanted her to go down the mountain to practice.
As a saint of Hanyue Palace and the future heir to the palace master, if she does not have rich experience in fighting enemies, how will she lead Hanyue Palace in the future.
The battle between the two was very exciting, but there was always a winner or loser. In the end, Yan Wuchang's sword skills broke through Lin Xiao's sword net. As a result, Lin Xiao was injured and lost!
Although Lin Xiao hates evil, she has one advantage, that is, she will never admit defeat if she loses.
Lin Xiao's defeat can be said to be a severe slap in the face of the Eight Major Sects. Naturally, the Eight Major Sects were unwilling to give up and wanted to regain their face.
Yan Wuhuan said: "Do you want to have a wheel battle? This is unfair!"
Except for Hanyue Palace, the heads of the seven major sects all looked at each other and felt that what Yan Wuhuan said was reasonable. After all, they are well-known and decent sects. If this move were to spread, it would inevitably cause criticism!
Then Master Wu Zhi looked at Yan Wu Huan and said, "What does Donor Yan think is fair?"
Yan Wuhuan thought for a while and then said: "Wagon battle is not impossible, but I have a request."
"any request?"
"If all the masters of the eight major sects are defeated by me one by one in the end, I hope that you can withdraw from the Shura Sect and be prohibited from entering again within a year!"
"You fart!"
"What a loud tone!"
Different voices came, all of them obviously disdainful of these words.
Several sect leaders looked at each other, but still agreed to Yan Wuhuan's conditions, because they did not think Yan Wuhuan had the strength to defeat the eight major sects in a wheel battle. If even this could not defeat Yan Wuhuan, then their eight major sects
I don't have the shame to stay any longer and embarrass myself.
After the eight major factions agreed, Yan Wuhuan then challenged the other seven. The first ones to come out to ask for advice were the Kunlun and Huashan factions, but in the end they were defeated one by one.
Seeing such a scene, Shaolin couldn't sit still. A warrior monk of Kong's generation came out and said: "Amitabha, please come down and learn Master Yan's clever tricks!"
The monk Nakong jumped out and grabbed Yan Wuchang with his hands like the wind. It was Shaolin's unique dragon grip.
Yan Wuhuan did not dare to be careless, and followed closely with the scimitar in his hand. Every time he slashed, there was a blast of sword wind. Under the cold light, the sound of breaking through the air was endless. But the dragon grip can be classified as a Shaolin stunt, so it certainly has it.
The extraordinary thing about it is that every time it takes out its claws, it will bring a strong wind.
For a moment, the afterimage of sword light could not be heard.
The two sides fought for dozens of rounds, and Yan Wuhuan fought several fierce battles. His body was already exhausted, and now he was fighting against the young monk. His strength could no longer keep up, and he was about to lose. Yan Wuhuan used a false move to deceive him.
The warrior monk who had gone too far was injured by Yan Wuhuan's palm and was defeated.
"Despicable!" said the monk of Kong's generation, very surprised.
Although soldiers never tire of deceit, Yan Wuhuan's move just now was indeed a victory without force.
However, Yan Wuhuan obviously did not have any psychological burden. He took out a Qi-Building Pill from his arms, swallowed it and said with a smile: "I call it flexibility. If the eight major sects are not convinced, the remaining Wudang, Hanyue Palace and Penglai can come out.
Compete with me."
Hearing this, Lu Yunxian, who was dressed in white and looked as graceful as a fairy, came out and said: "Hanyue Palace Lu Yunxian, I want to learn from you your brilliant move!"
In the east wing guest room, Yan Wuchang stared at Yun Feiyang with a sinister look on his face and said, "Your mission has been completed. Now it's time to send you down to accompany your dead senior brother and sister."
Yun Feiyang just looked at Yan Wuchang coldly and said nothing. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would never see his wife again after death.
"Goodbye, senior sister, I hope we can be husband and wife again in the next life!" Yun Feiyang said silently in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.
It's not that he wants to accept his fate, it's just that his power is now suppressed, and he is now as powerless as an ordinary person.
"who?"
But just when Yan Wuchang struck down with his palm, a burst of white smoke suddenly filled the room. After the white smoke dissipated, there was still a figure flying in the clouds.
Yan Wuchang was furious that someone actually rescued someone in front of him. This was a slap in his face, so he smashed the stone table in front of him with his palm and chased after him. He believed that even if the other person rescued Yun Feiyang,