Jiangnan has turned into scorched earth, the city is dilapidated, the entire Jiangnan city has long been empty, and a large number of corpses can be seen everywhere.

Indifferent, ruthless, covered by spiritual light, Miyamoto Taketen has a detached temperament, this is the breath of an authentic immortal cultivator, and he is also the only real immortal cultivator in this world.

He stood between heaven and earth, looking around the eight directions of heaven and earth, the cold wind of heaven and earth was howling, and the snow was dancing wildly, as if he was the only one between heaven and earth.

The two of them were pale, their eyes were closed, and they were being pierced through their bodies by two fine iron chains, and they were suppressed in the void by Miyamoto Wutian, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive at this time.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move.

Three days and three nights have passed, Miyamoto Wutian's body has not moved, he has been standing in the high sky, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, the wind and the moon are blowing more and more, he is waiting for Ye Xuan's arrival, he wants to avenge Dongying, even if he dies with Ye Xuan.

Satellites around the world have detected this scene, and they have presented this picture in the eyes of the world in the eyes of the world in a live broadcast situation.

Everyone didn't know if Ye Xuan would appear, but the opening of this great war attracted the attention of the world.

The sun is setting and night is falling.

When the night sky was dotted with stars, and a waning moon hung in the sky, Miyamoto Taketen slowly opened his eyes, and the aura around his body suddenly blazing, and he was looking into the distance, and his indifferent expression finally changed a little.

"Ye Xuan, you're finally here. ”

Airplanes!

The clouds and the sky collapsed, the sky and the earth were dim, and the blood light covering the sky shrouded the entire Jiangnan City, and a slender figure came across the long sky, and the breath around him was not obvious, and there was no trace of fireworks, so calmly appeared in the sky above Jiangnan City.

Heaven and earth are silent, and everything is silent.

Ye Xuan was dressed in black, with a black silk hanging down on the back of his head, he looked at Miyamoto Wutian lightly, his face was sad and joyless, so that people couldn't see what he was thinking in his heart.

"Ye Xuan, do you know, when I walked out of the Gate of Shikkai, when I saw Dongying's devastated eyes, when my people were crying, when their dead souls were wailing to me, do you know what it was like?" Miyamoto Taketian's eyes were in a trance, muttering to himself, and the aura around him was fluctuating violently.

"Today, I am here with the Heavenly Cloud Sword, carrying the wrath of the Dongying people, and I will cut off your head to pay tribute to their heavenly spirits. ”

Miyamoto Taketen was indifferent, his face was hideous and distorted, the aura around him swept away the void, and the world was extremely distorted, and there was a terrifying sound of shattering.

High in the sky, in the void.

Ye Xuan carried his hands behind his back, and there was not the slightest momentum around him, he looked at Miyamoto Wutian calmly, and his voice said calmly: "If I were you, I wouldn't talk so much nonsense, don't you know that every villain dies fast because of a lot of nonsense?"

"Haha!"

Miyamoto Wutian laughed wildly, the Heavenly Cloud Sword bloomed with a thousand spiritual light, the terrifying aura broke through the sky, and the poignant and hideous words exploded between heaven and earth.

"Villain?"

"If I'm a villain, then what are you Ye Xuan?"

"If you want to talk about killing, how many lives do you Ye Xuan carry? If you want to talk about viciousness, I, Miyamoto Wutian, am even more willing to bow down, and you are an evil demon in heaven and earth, you dare to call me a villain, isn't this a big joke in the world?"

Miyamoto Wutian roared angrily, and his eyes were already red when he looked at Ye Xuan, and he showed an extremely terrifying killing intent.

"Since ancient times, the victor is the king, the loser is the villain, history is always written by the winner, today you will be killed here, in the annals of human history, you are a villain, don't you understand this truth?" Ye Xuan said flatly.

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Miyamoto Taketian's face was stunned, his fists were clenched, and he was obviously a little speechless.

"Ye Xuan, what you said is right, history is written by the victors, but today it can only be you who dies, not me, because I will let you know how terrifying a real immortal cultivator is. ”

Miyamoto Taketian's face was cold, and he roared at Ye Xuan.

"Return to the ruins. ”

The sky shook, the heavens and the earth exploded, and as Miyamoto Wutian pinched the law, the extremely terrifying spiritual light skyrocketed around him, this spiritual light covered the sky and the earth, and even made the Tiancong Cloud Sword rumble and hum, and the three-foot sword body of Senhan was expanding at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Yizhang... Ten Zhang... Baizhang... Million!

The Tiancong Cloud Sword was glowing, it was an unprecedented spiritual light in ancient and modern times, until the Tiancong Cloud Sword turned into a thousand zhang in size, and the sword body that crossed the sky seemed to be about to shatter the heavens and the earth.

Shake the heavens and the earth, crush the ancient and the modern.

Miyamoto Taketian stood tall in the sky, the Heavenly Sword rose and fell above his head, the breath of destroying the world and the earth collapsed in all directions, the earth was collapsing, the void was annihilating, and its terrifying scene simply made people's scalps tingle.

"Ye Xuan, behead your body today, destroy your primordial spirit, and let you never be reborn. ”

"Slash!"

Miyamoto Wutian roared violently, his sword pointed like the sky, slashing the endless sky, the terrifying aura completely covered him, and the heavenly sword moved with his sword fingers, falling towards Ye Xuan with the power of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Thundered!

This sword shattered everything, this sword collapsed mountains and rivers, just the aftermath of the Heavenly Sword, the entire land of Jiangnan City sank, and the buildings on the ground directly turned into dust and smoke, which made the global humans who were watching this live broadcast scream in horror.

"Haha. ”

"Ye Xuan, I am a real immortal cultivator, and you are just following the method of blood cultivation, you damn bastard, let me die. ”

Miyamoto Wutian was completely crazy, he was laughing wildly, and the Ten Thousand Heavenly Sword suddenly descended in front of Ye Xuan, and the bright and terrifying aura also instantly submerged Ye Xuan's body.

The heavens and the earth shook, and all things wailed.

This is Miyamoto Taketian's strongest sword, and it is also a sword that he has sublimated to the fullest, and this sword has a very nice name, this name is 'Guiru'!

All things are buried, and heaven and earth are in ruins.

This is the true meaning of this sword, no one can survive this sword, Miyamoto Taketen is convinced of this.

"Die... Dead?"

Miyamoto Taketian kept panting, and the aura around him was dim, and he stared at Ye Xuan's position, and the violent color in his eyes was extremely strong.

"Boy, let's go!"

A shuddering roar came from Miyamoto Taketian's ears, which also made Miyamoto Taketian's face change greatly, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

Where the Ten Thousand Heavenly Sword fell, the dazzling aura was dissipating, and a slender figure stood between heaven and earth.

Ye Xuan carried it with one hand, his black hair fluttering in the wind, he didn't have the slightest momentum revealed, nor did he have any light to cover it, just a pair of sword fingers were slightly raised, and a little terrifying blood bloomed on his fingertips, which were on the tip of the Ten Thousand Heavenly Sword.

Airplanes!

The Heavenly Sword was wailing, the aura shrouded in the sword body was dimming, and the sword body that crossed the sky was trembling, and a trace of cracks spread on the sword body, as if it was about to collapse between heaven and earth at any time.