Fang Tianhang and Wan Jianxin of the Divine Sword Sect were not hated by this jealous person because their cultivation surpassed Du Chuanchang, but because their status among the monks in the world was higher than their own. The monks of the world, although they all know that the world is long to eliminate demons and the demon path is powerful, but they still respect the righteous path, and in the righteous path, they also take the "peerless double pride" of the Divine Sword Gate as the leader of the younger generation, which really overwhelms Du Chuanchang. As the leader of the Demon Dao, the Demon Wei Pavilion launched three talented people to confuse the public, those three people in front of Du Chuanchang, but they all regarded themselves as juniors, completely ignoring Du Chuanchang's younger age than them, as a result, the name of the first disciple of the Demon Dao was directly smashed on Du Chuanchang's head, and it also made this rare genius boy in a hundred years become unsightly, and he no longer took the Golden Dao Gate and the Iron Palm Gang seriously, and even didn't take the Demon Wei Pavilion in his eyes, and he became the "Demon Dao Leader" behind his back , but no matter what he thought or did, the prestige of Fang Tianhang and Wan Jianxin was still pressing on his head like a mountain.

This can't help but make Du Chuanchang, who has always pursued perfection and perfection, hold a grudge, and this hatred has been held in his heart for more than ten years, almost becoming a disease, tormenting him all the time, especially after the fiasco at the end of last year, he wants to "take back everything that should belong to him" in Wan Jianxin.

Therefore, at this time, he will bark like a mad dog regardless of his demeanor and temperature.

Under the persecution of Du Chuanchang's momentum, the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect all began to tremble, and some of the people with lowly cultivation had already begun to bleed. Du Chuanchang looked at the unbearable shape and indomitable eyes of those Shenjian Sect disciples, and became even more upset, his body lit up with a three-color wind, and a dark and corrupt aura spread, and it actually began to corrode the soil under his feet.

At this critical moment, the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect began to move in both directions, and a three-foot-wide passage opened up from the crowd. Wan Jianxin was still wearing that gorgeous and unobtrusive costume, with a sword tied around his waist, and walked over.

His stride looked like he was shopping.

"Really, even a little relief doesn't make people live in peace!" Wan Jianxin complained, his voice was full of heartfelt casualness, like an ignorant naughty boy who could make Du Chuanchang change his face with one sentence. Du Chuanchang didn't have a sword, so he could only collide his fists with fists in the air, making a not very loud impact sound, which sounded like a battle cry with insufficient confidence. Wan Jianxin didn't pay attention to his movements, not even to him as a person, his gaze was always wandering aimlessly.

He asked Du Chuanchang to wait for ten breaths before entering the battle circle.

"I really don't understand, do you want to die so much? The personal disciple of the Poison Dragon Sect should be annoyed?" Wan Jianxin casually glanced at Du Chuanchang, that was almost the first time he had really looked at Du Chuanchang since he appeared at Wangtian Peak.

"When did you become so noisy?" Du Chuanchang calmed down at this time, it was the calmness when the fighting intent broke out, the calmness when the killing intent was condensed, not that he really lost his anger at Wan Jianxin.

"Because it's boring? I used to practice hard for some very tall things, but I found out that those things are very good, but it's not worth the effort, because it's easy to get?" Wan Jianxin moved his gaze to the valley, looked at the blood-colored mountain gate that was gradually becoming clearer, and said in a vague tone: "A month ago, I Wan Jianxin finally understood. In this life, people are destined to get something, or family affection, or love, or power, or power, or some things, you don't have to care too much, they will fall into your hands invisibly, and others, you have to do your best, desperately to grab, to fight, in order to get a little bit. ”

Wan Jianxin said, while really turning his gaze to Du Chuanchang, his direct gaze made Du Chuanchang feel a complex feeling of both annoyance and flattery: "Wan Mou has been studying swordsmanship for more than ten years, thinking that the world's swordsmanship is in the two essentials of dexterity and cultivation, so he learns swords day and night, understands swords, raises swords, does not ask about the world, does not know how to communicate, and even has no relatives and friends, no things and no self, ruthless and unrighteous! The swordsmanship in this world is just a 'broken' word! Ten years of cold windows, it is better to have an epiphany!" He forced his eyes to look at Du Chuanchang, walked over step by step, and approached Du Chuanchang step by step, although Du Chuanchang also tried his best to open his eyes wide, and even did not hesitate to raise his strength, and glared back without retreating, but his trembling hands already showed that he was at a disadvantage.

Wan Jianxin's body erupted with an earth-shattering terrifying aura, which was an invisible spiritual pressure, and even a natural, formless and materialless realm-like energy field. Not only Du Chuanchang, but even Yinchen, who was hiding outside the battle circle, began to tremble with his hands!

"Spiritual stance? this guy ...... Can you change careers to become a mage?" Yin Chen felt the huge spiritual pressure radiating from Wan Jian Xin, and almost dropped his jaw in shock. The spiritual power exuded by Wan Jianxin at this time was equivalent to the energy of a first-level spiritual magister, and it was the sum of all the people except the silver dust in the sub-secret realm treasure exploration! Such a coercion was actually issued by a purebred melee monk who could not be more pure, which was as impossible as a warrior learning from a blizzard mage learning from a shield wall druid and learning from a shadow step.

However, this is the reality. Wan Jianxin's spiritual coercion had already made Du Chuanchang almost lose the courage to fight, and at this time, in his eyes, Wan Jianxin's person had already fused with the night sky, with the land under his feet, with Wangtian Peak, and with this piece of heaven and earth! At this moment, Du Chuanchang was not dealing with one person, but a small piece of the world centered on this person.

Wan Jianxin's spiritual coercion could only radiate out of the range of five zhang, except for the silver dust of the realm, only Du Chuanchang, who was closest to him, could feel the huge pressure. It was like a mountain, an unshakable momentum.

"The world's martial arts are only broken. Boy, I don't want to cause trouble, but since you provoked me, let's leave an arm. Wan Jianxin stood four feet and six inches in front of Du Chuanchang, no more than one point, no less. This is a wordless provocation.

Du Chuanchang's eyes, which were about to disperse, suddenly recondensed. When the initial panic was replaced by the battle spirit and the excitement of getting what he wanted, his dark eyes also radiated a bloodthirsty cruel light, which was the expectation of forty thousand, the cruel expectation of playing with his opponent to death as if it were art.

"Come on! The deity has been preparing for this opportunity for more than half a year!" Du Chuanchang hoarsely let out a wild and cruel laugh, and then raised his hands and clenched his fists in the air, making a burst of bean-like sound on his knuckles.

Above the fist, the three-colored light shone brightly, brighter than the campfire in the distance.

In the next second, as if some kind of chant between heaven and earth, a Nine Heavens Phoenix roared from Wan Jianxin's left waist and pierced the night sky.

"In the past ten years, Wan has used dozens of swords, iron swords, wooden swords, sharp swords, blunt swords, long swords, short swords, and even curved swords, soft swords, paper swords, grass, wood, earth and stone, everything is like a sword, like a sword, can be used as a sword, Wan has tried, but now that I think about it, Wan Mou himself is a sword between heaven and earth, and I don't know what to do with those things outside the body......" He slowly pulled out the long sword on his waist, and on the long sword, the dark light of the treasure was boiling excitedly as if it had knocked too much medicine, and a sharp phoenix roar like an air defense alarm came out from the sword, as if the sharp sword had already become a peerless divine weapon in the hands of Wan Jian Xin, a mysterious weapon that had just opened its wisdom.

The sword qi erupted from that treasure-level sword, turning into a rising cyan sun, hurting like a large-scale spiritual magic.

Du Chuanchang retreated, this was the first time in his life, so humiliatingly, he retreated without a fight.

Wan Jian Xin drew the sword completely. The act of drawing the sword was as long as a year.