Wu Yan is known as the Ghost Hand Sword Master, but his secret weapon technique was only a flash in the pan at Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Handwashing Conference, and he was almost never used in formal occasions later.

On the contrary, it was his trick of controlling the sword with his qi that shocked people's hearts.

Chongxu Dao Chang and Wu Yan have moved their hands, and deeply understand the horror of Wu Yan's ability, in front of him, his sword is as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he almost can't even wield it, how else can he use his swordsmanship?

Of course, under the Black Wood Cliff before, Wu Yan controlled the White Dragon Sword and the Chongxu Dao Chief's Sword at the same time, and he saw it with his own eyes, but it was only two swords, how could this scene look shocking now?

A hundred swords flew together, and under Wu Yan's control, more than a hundred swords were like loyal soldiers, suspended behind Wu Yan, and the sharp blades pointed at all the righteous people.

Facing these sword rains behind Wu Yan, everyone was shocked.

"World ...... ...... in the world Could there be such a sword move? This is simply a supernatural power, a magical power of swordsmanship, a means that no ordinary person can have! Chong Xudao Chief, muttered in his mouth, if these swords are all shot over, dense as rain, who can resist it?

"Amitabha, is this the Sword Master? This method is really transcendental, ah......", Master Dingxian said in a low voice, in the face of such a sword move, it is really difficult to raise the heart of resistance.

"No wonder he dared to come alone and treat the heroes of the world as if they were nothing", even Master Fang Zheng, with a bitter look on his face, said in a low voice.

Yes, at some point, if there are a large number of people, it can pile up the masters of the rivers and lakes to death, and the saying that two fists are invincible to four hands is not just talking.

However, looking at the current situation, Master Fang Zheng understood that this sentence did not apply to Wu Yan at all.

If these more than 100 swords were to attack at the same time, to kill all the hundreds of righteous people in the square, how many times would these swords need to be washed back and forth?

Large number of people? It seems to be just a matter of washing a few more times.

"Master Fang Zheng, make a decision......

Seeing that Wu Yan was controlling more than a hundred swords suspended behind him, leading to a long sigh, after a long sigh, Master Fang Zheng said.

Make a decision? What to decide?

What did Chong Xudao Chang's words mean, Master Fang Zheng naturally understood, and when he heard the words, his face became even more ugly.

Looking at these people from the Wuyue Sword Sect again, one by one they have long lost their fighting spirit, and Master Fang Zheng understands that this battle has not yet started, and the outcome is already doomed.

After all, everyone can see that Wu Yan is only targeting Shaolin Temple and Wudang Mountain, and their Wuyue Sword Sect is willing to eliminate the demon and defend the Dao, but if they want to fight for the crisis of annihilation of the whole army? Obviously, the people of the Wuyue Sword Sect were unwilling.

After being silent for a moment, he still spoke, and said, "Master Wu, wait, we are willing to agree to your conditions!" ”。

As soon as the words fell, Master Fang Zheng's whole body seemed to be in prostration, and this sentence seemed to exhaust the strength of his whole body.

"Now that it's decided, let's hurry up and get the things!" , Wu Yan was not surprised by their reaction, and said calmly.

Master Fang Zheng hurriedly let a monk into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and took the Yijin Sutra out.

And Chongxu Daoist was also very simple, asked the monks of Shaolin Temple for pen and ink, and wrote a classic book and handed it to Wu Yan.

Wu Yan was not afraid that Shaolin Temple would dare to deceive himself, so he put away the Yijin Sutra with a glance, but when he saw the classics written by Chongxu Daochang, he was slightly stunned.

Originally, I thought that the Chongxu Dao Commander would hand over the Taiji Sword to him, but I didn't expect that what he gave was actually a formation, called the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation.

"My Wudang highest martial arts should be headed by the Taiji Sword, but Your Excellency is known as the Sword Saint, and it is inevitable to give you swordsmanship, this Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation is the strongest sword formation in my Wudang, I think it is more suitable for you, of course, if you want Taiji Swordsmanship, Lao Dao has no objection", it seemed to see Wu Yan's doubts, and Chongxu Dao Chang explained.

"Well, you are an old man, but you are open-minded", Wu Yan nodded slightly.

Now that the things have arrived, Wu Yan didn't mean to stay here longer, and with a finger pull, more than a hundred swords behind him rose into the sky, and then, turned into a rain of swords and fell from the sky.

The dense swords, as if it were raining, were all stuck in the ground around Wu Yan.

A mouthful of white dragon sword, like a flexible white dragon, hovered in front of Wu Yan's body.

The toes were light, and they landed on the sword body, and the white dragon sword supported Wu Yan's body, flying higher and higher, flying farther and farther......

All the righteous people, looking at the swords stuck all over the ground, and then looking at the direction of Wu Yan's departure, no one spoke for a long time, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly depressing.

It is undeniable that today's scene will inevitably become a myth and legend in the rivers and lakes.

A hundred swords fly together, and the sword flies, which will inevitably become a strong stroke in this myth and legend.

"Alas, between life and death, it is more important than everything to be able to keep the inheritance......", Master Fang Zheng sighed, a little lucky, of course, a little afraid.

If you really do it just now, I am afraid that the thousand-year-old foundation of Shaolin Temple will be completely destroyed in your own hands.

"Ten years of seclusion, maybe a blessing in disguise? In the future, these rivers and lakes should be respected by the Sun and Moon God Sect, this is the trend of the times......", Chong Xudao Chief, also whispered.

It seems that ten years of retreat is a big blow to a sect, but it is also less likely to clash with the Sun and Moon God Sect, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is still unknown.

"Such unpredictable martial arts are really unprecedented, with the power of one person, the entire rivers and lakes can't raise their heads, alas, ......", Mr. Mo Da of the Hengshan faction sighed in his mouth.

A few days later, Wu Yan used a stunt of flying a hundred swords, suppressing all the news that the righteous path could not raise its head, and it swept through like a hurricane.

In the end, Wuyan Edgeworth flew away, and it became a myth in the rivers and lakes.

It's just that Wu Yan at this time stayed in the back mountain of Heimu Cliff, in front of the undefeated grave of Dongfang.

Beside him, Lin Pingzhi, who was the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, lowered his head and was listening to Wu Yan's words.

"Okay, this Sun and Moon God Sect will be handed over to you in the future, I am about to live in seclusion, and I will never set foot in the rivers and lakes again for the rest of my life", everything that should be explained has been explained, Wu Yan waved his hand and said.

"Master, where are you going to live in seclusion, I ...... it", hearing that Wu Yan was leaving, and it was impossible to see each other again in this life, Lin Pingzhi was reluctant.

"Okay, don't be this daughter, go ahead", Wu Yan interrupted Lin Pingzhi and said.

"Thank you Master for the grace of reconstruction, I will never forget it!"

In the end, Lin Pingzhi knelt behind Wu Yan and solemnly kowtowed to Wu Yan nine times, and then left step by step.

"I'm leaving, I promised that if I get the Yijin Sutra, I will show you the ......", these days have been the Yijin Sutra in my heart, Wu Yan lit the fire fold, ignited the Yijin Sutra, and put it in front of the tomb of the undefeated in the East.

"Alas......".

Watching the Yi Jin Sutra cheats slowly turn into ashes, Wu Yan finally sighed, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

This time, he is proud of the plane of the rivers and lakes, and he thinks that he has not disappointed anyone, let alone owed anyone.

Only, he owes the undefeated favor of the East, and he has no chance to compensate for it in the future......

With Wu Yan's sigh, it just so happened that the pattern of the computer in his palm was also outlined, and in an instant, it turned into starlight and shattered.

A whirlpool appeared in the palm of his hand, and Wu Yan's body, in the distorted space, disappeared into the plane of Xiaoao Jianghu with the inhalation of his palm.

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