"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

When these four words were pronounced, a cloud of white energy burst out, enveloping Zhang Yang's body, and a series of brilliant sword lights rolled up around his body, like a raging storm, instantly covering half of the sky.

The next moment, the sword momentum in the sky merged into one, as if it was a peerless swordsman's sword, with the courage to dominate the world, and rushed towards the hill Beida.

And at this moment, the flame sword qi that stretched across the sky finally fell.

'Boom-'

The two pole moves collided with each other, and the heavens and the earth instantly turned snow-white, and after a pause for about a second, a huge roar broke out, forming terrifying shock ripples, rolling in all directions, covering the surrounding ten kilometers of the range.

The entire covered Mt. Fuji, with its peaks of more than 3,000 meters above sea level, seemed to tremble, especially on the top of the mountain, which was still white, and it was impossible to see what was happening.

After a minute, the light dimmed, and the original appearance of the mountain was finally revealed.

At this time, Zhang Yang and Xiaoshan Beida were still looking at each other from afar, but the faces of both sides were a little pale, and it was obvious that they had used all their strength to bombard each other this time.

The crater between the two of them was almost completely destroyed, and large chunks of the earth's surface sank into it, revealing internal tumbling lava, rolling heat waves upside down, and red bubbles constantly emerging, which was daunting.

"Grandmaster Zhang, you are a respectable opponent... I have studied Buddhism for nearly 30 years, and I have comprehended it a little, and I have fused it with kendo to create the strongest sword of my life, can you stop it?"

Xiaoshan Beida shook his head and sighed, stuck the blade on the ground with his backhand, put his hands together, and silently recited the Buddhist sayings in his mouth. I saw that he was standing in the wind, and his momentum became calm, with a harmonious Zen feeling all over his body.

"Ancient Sword Flow, the ultimate mystery!"

Suddenly, Xiaoshan Beida's momentum rose to the extreme, and all the strength of his body was invested in his hands, and then he held the handle of the knife with both hands, and the sword light flashed in an instant, countless times more dazzling than before!

At the same time, the magma beneath the crater also felt the change in power, and it was about to move, and they condensed into strands, like a long whale sucking water, and suddenly rose into the sky, all irrigated into the blade of the sword.

In the end, the sword light and face fused together, forming a six-foot-long sword ray.

This six-foot sword light is extremely small compared to the previous sword light of more than 100 meters, but it is very condensed and very real, and there is even lava flowing in it, like blood.

Xiaoshan Beida raised the long knife, like lifting a thousand pounds of weight, and stood on top of his head.

As his arms rose step by step, his lips trembled, his chest quickly slackened, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs seemed to burst. After all, this trick was created by himself, the consumption was extremely huge, the burden was very heavy, and his current state was not good before, but despite this, he didn't care about it at all, and looked at Zhang Yang firmly.

Then he slashed forward.

"The big day is like a slash!"

In the void, a brilliant sword light erupted, and this sword light pierced the void, I don't know how long it was, and I didn't know where it led, as if a comet shot through the sky.

Whether it is the people at the foot of Mt. Fuji or the ordinary citizens in the urban area of Tokyo, there is only this white light in their eyes. Other than that, nothing is to be seen.

"Who, who won?"

Just when everyone was confused, a flat voice faintly came from their ears:

"In one go... Mountains and rivers move. ”

Just around Zhang Yang's body, the ocean of vitality was completely boiling, and countless white vapors instantly condensed into a Taiji yin and yang pattern, as if it was integrated with this heaven and earth. Then Zhang Yang raised his hands and pushed this Tai Chi pattern, like a woodcutter pushing a grinding plate, and pushed it forward.

'Boom'

Suddenly, the Tai Chi patterns surrounded each other, going against the trend, like a hundred tons of steel, easily breaking through the white knife, turning into a monstrous force, instantly overturning a small mountain.

Xiaoshan Beida still maintained the posture of splitting his hands, but the three days and moon sects in his hands were near, and he couldn't bear the pressure at all, and with a 'snap', he broke into two and inserted into the surface.

Even if this knife was made of dark iron, and it had absorbed the power of a hundred years of lava, it should have been invincible in the world, but in front of Zhang Yang, it was as fragile as paper.

'Boom!'

Only then did the huge residual energy spread out to the surroundings, as if a heavy missile had exploded, and a poignant cloud ring dispersed around, instantly covering a large area of the sky.

"It's... How is it possible? I'm a Japanese myth, how can I lose?"

Koyama Beida's lips trembled, and he could barely speak. The ultimate meaning of this sword has consumed all of his true yuan mana, and now his body is extremely weak, not even as good as an ordinary person.

But he didn't know that what Zhang Yang had just used was the penultimate move in the eighteen styles of fighting, a mountain and river movement, this was originally an immortal's boxing technique, and Zhang Yang was still an innate Dao body, and after using it, the power increased several times.

"If you lose, you lose, how can there be so many why?" Zhang Yang frowned slightly.

He was still trying to say something, but suddenly he sensed something, and he slammed into the air and left the surface layer directly.

The next moment he left the surface, the entire land at the top of the mountain cracked open and fell into the magma at the bottom.

With a 'snap', another piece of the surface fell, and Xiaoshan Beida had no room to breathe at all, and even the person with the sword fell into the magma, and evaporated in an instant, and even the spirit could not escape.

Zhang Yang stood in the sky, looking down at the tumbling lava and the falling surface stone layer, frowning slightly.

This Mt. Fuji is said to be an extinct volcano, but there has always been lava inside, and Koyama Beida just borrowed the power of lava and failed to control it, causing all the lava to boil, and now although others are dead, the disaster left behind has just begun.

The current pass is like an iron pot full of lava, and if the iron pot breaks, the lava will tilt down, and then it will be really devastating.

Although this is on the land of Japan, Zhang Yang doesn't care about any consequences, but what he values is the power of this precious lava.

“... This Xiaoshan Beida is really a talent, he even thought of using lava to nourish the treasure knife, especially the last knife, the power is really terrifying, if it weren't for the fact that I have an innate Dao body, I'm afraid I would really be 'punished by him'. ”

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "The Creation and Refining Body Technique should be able to absorb the power of these lavas... Or don't waste it. ”

As he spoke, he sat cross-legged in the void, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and quickly recited the mantra, his body seemed to turn into a black hole whirlpool, and all the energy between heaven and earth had to be absorbed.

'Whew-'

First, the wind between heaven and earth revolved around Zhang Yang, then the residual vitality, and finally even the lava under the crater was also sensed, and the boundless heat wave rushed into the sky and poured into Zhang Yang's body.

And because the lava has room to pour, it no longer continues to boil.

......

When the dust settles and the smoke clears.

Thousands of people at the bottom of the mountain still looked up at the top of the mountain.

"After so long of no movement, is the battle over?

Someone asked.

"Of course, our first curator won, the previous firelight, it was he who took out the strongest weapon, and the Three Days Moon Sect is near!"

The current director of the Jizhen Hall, Beiting Chuan said proudly.

"Three days and the moon sect is near!"

Hearing this ranking, countless Japanese people were shocked.

The Three Days Moon Sect is near, it is the most famous sword in the history of Japan, and it disappeared after World War II, and it turned out to be in the hands of Xiaoshan Beida. And now they finally understood that it was no wonder that Xiaoshan Beida could create such a terrifying momentum, even if it was thousands of meters away at the bottom of the mountain, they could feel it clearly.

"Even the magic knife is in hand, Lord Xiaoshan Beida has won!"

As the day passed, the warriors were all smiling.

In contrast, the atmosphere on Huaguo's side was much duller, and many people were sinking into water and let out a long sigh.

"Y-You're really going to lose?"

Guan Ziqing's beautiful eyes were soaked with tears, and he looked up at the sky.

Just when the Japanese warriors were ecstatic, suddenly a voice floated down from the top of the mountain:

"You look happy?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked up.

I saw that on the top of Mount Fuji at an altitude of thousands of altitudes, in the vast smoke and clouds, a young man in long clothes and black hair stepped down in the air, with his hands behind his back, and his feet stepped on the cloud ladder.

There was a dead silence in the audience.

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