Zhang Mengmeng was still sighing here, and saw Yu Canghai, who was almost in a desperate situation, suddenly measured his body without warning, raised his left hand flatly, and spread his palm forward with five fingers, as if he was going to grab something, and at the same time, his right hand raised the sword horizontally to less than four inches in front of his chest, the tip of the sword was parallel to his left arm, pointing to the building where he held the sword high with both hands, ready to split. In the next moment, before the building had a new movement, Yu Canghai suddenly twisted his waist and turned his back, his bent right hand pushed towards the building violently, his left hand pinched the sword trick and naturally recovered, and the sword in his right hand turned away in an instant.

It was a white light.

It was not the green flash of the Gangfeng, it was not the cold light of the sword qi, it was just the reflection of the metal emitted from the sharp sword in Yu Canghai's hand, the silver cold light, too bright, too amazing, so that many people, including the silver dust, couldn't even understand what was going on in the first place. Only a few people saw Yu Canghai's sword piercing directly through the heart of the building.

Knowing that the blood splashed, until Yu Canghai put the sword into the sheath, until the building fell down, until the sword in the building's hand fell into the pitch-black soil, covered with dust, like the glory of dust, most people reacted, Yu Canghai was victorious, the righteous person who entered the body was victorious, and the demon path that entered the body triple fell to the sky, and blood was spraying on the chest and back.

Yinchen's eyes widened in disbelief, his silver-colored pupils were full of confusion, he didn't quite understand why Yu Canghai would win, why Zhengdao would win. From Zhang Mengmeng's explanation and description, Yinchen knew that in the world, the Demon Dao was rampant, and almost all the righteous sects survived by word of mouth and the so-called inheritance. The Divine Sword Sect openly defected to the imperial court for its own way out, and became an official and military master who rode on the head of the people in the world, and the Iron Palm Gang and the Golden Sword Sect had not recruited new disciples for many years because of poor financial resources, and the number of people had plummeted, and they only relied on their reputation and the personal strength of their disciples to maintain the dignity of the ten major sects. On the other hand, the Demon Wei Pavilion, the Poison Dragon Sect, and even the Xie Yu Sect, which is considered to be a gathering of prostitutes, are all large sect societies that recruit disciples, and they are thriving. Among the Dao Demon Elders, the righteous people have almost no merit except for their cultivation.

It stands to reason that Yu Canghai is not as advanced as the building in the realm, and it is already very good that he was not killed in an instant under a fair battle, and he can actually kill the head of the black gas building, which is really incomprehensible.

Silver Dust didn't understand, and even less did the building that fell to the ground with its pupils gradually dilating. His black-brown pupils were now fully opened, reflecting the starry sky, showing a void of beauty, and he had already married the underworld and asked Yama for an answer.

The screams of the blood sacrifice still echoed in the valley, with occasional cries for mercy. Yinchen forced himself not to care about the lives and deaths of those poor people, because he already knew from Zhang Mengmeng at this time that all the righteous path demons had acquiesced in this matter, and he wanted to save those people, which was against these nearly 20,000 people.

Magician, before reaching the realm of the legendary Holy Mentor, the Thousand Armies were just a pipe dream.

In the battle circle, there was only silence, silence like black poison, the body of the building had been dragged away, and the fear made the onlookers disperse quickly, and a person, a man who could be called perfect in appearance, was standing in the center of the battle circle at this time, facing the direction of the Excalibur Gate.

"Wan Jianxin, how long do you want to hide?"

......

The light of the Juyuan style slowly dimmed, and the three shallow wounds on Fang Tianhang's body healed quickly, the recovery ability of the divine skill was very strong, not to mention that Yinchen didn't want to hurt him at all.

However, the fatal wound appeared out of sight, at the moment when he was surrounded by wind and snow.

Fang Tianhang is the next head of the Divine Sword Sect, the first person among the disciples of the Righteous Path, and the future leader of the Righteous Path, although the outside world believes that Wan Jianxin is also the next head and the first disciple of the Righteous Path, but in fact, the victory and defeat of the previous generation have continued to this generation, and Wan Jianxin will not inherit the position of the head of the sect in the past.

Fang Tianhang had long known that at the core decision-making level within the Divine Sword Sect, he Fang Tianhang was the real successor, not Wan Jianxin, who was known as the genius of the Divine Sword Sect once in a thousand years, and could only be worshiped in the end.

This point of view was readily accepted by Fang Tianhang, and he believed in it as if it were fate. In his subconscious, he has already defined himself as the first person among the young people in the world, the first swordsman, the first monk, and the first youth. It's not that he can't afford to fail, but he has never been defeated by someone his age or younger than himself.

Those who can defeat Fang Tianhang are all old ghosts who bully the small with the big or hooligans who bully the few with the more. He Fang Tianhang never thought that he would be beaten to pieces by an eleven-year-old little hairy child in a fair and head-to-head duel. Failure and shame came too suddenly, too violently, and too confusing for him. And the change in other people's attitude towards him, the change in human affection, makes this painful feeling even worse.

The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect did not stay away from him, did not abandon him, but just guarded silently around him, as if they had all become mute in an instant, they deliberately did not discuss Fang Tianhang's failure, or even the ongoing sect ranking competition, they were just silent, using silence to comfort the pride of this newly failed Divine Sword Sect.

However, the reality is cruel after all. The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect don't talk about it, but the disciples of other sects don't care about the feelings of the Divine Sword Sect, let alone Fang Tianhang's feelings. They're talking, they're discussing, they're arguing, they're talking. "The number one of the younger generation of monks is obviously changing hands. "It's really terrible to enter the ninefold body!" "Wan Jianxin's cultivation is the same as Fang Tianhang, and it is estimated that the little Yama King who met the Demon Pavilion" will also be defeated. The night breeze blew into his ears and cut his soul like a scythe of death.

Unwillingness, anger, hatred, jealousy, these feelings, Fang Tianhang didn't feel the slightest, there was only a sense of numbness in his body at this time, a sense of emptiness and numbness, and he couldn't feel anything else. As a client, he deeply understood the horror of the silver-haired devil, and he knew that he would never be able to walk in front of that person.

The battle with Silver Dust was a nightmare he had never been taught. Fang Tianhang felt that he had no way to wake up from that nightmare, at least for now. The first name was thus far away from him, like a crown above the world, thrown into a pit. Fang Tianhang didn't feel any urge in his body to vent or even give up on himself, only a hole like a ruin, only a decadence that had completely burned out and completely extinct.

......

For some reason, the cold wind suddenly became stronger, turning from a light breeze to a whistling gust of wind. Du Chuanchang stood in the center of the battle circle, looking in the direction of the Divine Sword Gate with a cold gaze. The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were all calm, holding the hilt of the sword, and as long as they received an order, they would unsheath their swords, but no one dared to really pull out their swords.

These disciples are just elite disciples of Pei Yuan's ten or more levels, and they are not the core disciples of the realm of entering the body. These disciples were under the pressure of Du Chuanchang's body head-on, and many people's legs and stomachs were trembling, but none of them flinched.

"Wan Jianxin! Do you want to be a shrunken turtle!" Du Chuanchang didn't find Wan Jianxin's voice in the crowd, and he couldn't help but feel angry. In order to defeat this person who had always looked down on him, he practiced hard for more than nine months, and even at the cost of burying the future improvement space, he secretly cultivated the sect's forbidden technique "Poisonous Heart Sutra", and cultivated a not too violent centipede poison into his heart, almost killing himself. He traveled thousands of miles, running from the southernmost Miaojiang Crow Ridge to the northern border of the empire, almost running through the entire southern empire, with the purpose of digging out one or two powerful mystical light weapons from the secret realm, so as to compete with the "peerless double pride" of the Divine Sword Sect. In Du Chuanchang's heart, he himself is the only master in heaven and earth, the only one is a god, among the younger generation, only he Du Chuanchang, a genius boy who is rare in a hundred years of the Poison Dragon Sect, can be the first person in the world to be the two ways of good and evil, the first person in the world. The previous generation is already old, and this generation, their future, can only belong to Du Chuanchang alone.