Only then did Mu Hanyan know that it turned out that Jian Wuchen's status was so high in the past, and he was actually one of the two great saints who had the most hope of taking over the position of the Holy Lord. But thinking about the dustless sword intent when he first recovered from his injury, she was relieved again. You must know that at that time, his meridians had just regained their vitality, and they were far from being healed, and that sword intent was all towering to the sky, and now that the injury has gradually healed, his cultivation must have recovered a lot, and Ao Fangchen still dared to despise him as much as before, maybe he would suffer a big loss.

For the fight between the two, Mu Hanyan was a little looking forward to it. Of course, she also knew that Jian Wuchen's injury had healed, so she would have such expectations, and those who didn't know would be different.

"Elder Ao, the Holy Lord has an order, without his permission, no one is allowed to set foot in the Holy Sword Peak for half a step, are you going against the Holy Lord?" Seeing the anger flashing in Ao Fangchen's eyes, Jin Qisheng was even more anxious and shouted loudly.

"Hmph, Mu Hanyan caused my apprentice to be seriously injured and his cultivation was completely wasted, even if the Holy Lord is here today, I will seek justice. Ao Fangchen didn't take Jin Qisheng seriously at all, and said coldly.

"Justice, what is justice, according to you, you are justice, so what if I say that I am justice?"

"Just by virtue of you, a wasted person, you are also qualified to say this, draw your sword, I want to see what qualifications you have to be fair in front of me, a wasted person. As he spoke, Ao Fangchen slowly drew out his long sword, and slashed towards Jian Wuchen.

Although his heart is full of disdain for Jian Wuchen, but with his thousands of years of cultivation experience and state of mind, he will not despise any opponent, this sword still uses ninety percent of its strength, and the reason why he has a little spare strength is to prevent him from being killed by mistake.

A sword slashed out, and the entire heaven and earth seemed to be split in half by the towering sword.

Under that sword power, some young people with slightly lower cultivation even had weak legs, and sat directly on the ground, their faces were pale, but fortunately, Ao Wuchen's mind was locked on Jian Wuchen's body at this time, otherwise this sword power alone would make their internal organs shake and vomit blood on the spot.

Ao Fangchen's movement when he came to the Holy Sword Peak was not small, and many disciples of the Holy Court also rushed to see the excitement when they heard the news, they were already hostile to Mu Hanyan and the others, so they naturally wanted to see them suffer. However, they didn't dare to disobey the Holy Lord's prohibition, and they all stayed at the foot of the Holy Sword Peak.

Although the distance was still a hundred zhang away, they still felt the power of Ao Fangchen's sword, and many of them were so frightened that their legs weakened, and they almost turned around and fled.

"Be careful!" Jin Qisheng was also shocked and couldn't help but exclaim.

With Ao Fangchen's name and qualifications, he rarely has the opportunity to make a move, so even he is only the first time he has seen his shot, and he knows that the name of the god elder is not in vain, and Ao Fangchen's strength is so terrifying.

Zhuang Ping'an and the other gods guarded their faces changed greatly, and their eyes were full of worry when they looked at Jian Wuchen.

"Kendo, Wuchen!" Just as they looked at them worriedly, Jian Wuchen also slashed out.

This sword is so light and light, so lightweight, but it is so holy and flawless, as if it is one with heaven and earth, and the avenue is natural.

Under the shroud of the holy sword, everyone felt light. Ao Wuchen's sword was originally a sword with awe-inspiring killing intent, but in an instant, it had no killing chance, and it became so mediocre that it was actually cut through by Jian Wuchen's sword that seemed to be as light as a feather.

The sword qi was unabated, and it was slashing on Ao Fangchen's chest.

"Poof!" Ao Fangchen took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"This is my justice. The sword dustless long sword pointed at Ao Fangchen and said lightly, as if he was beyond the world, above the nine heavens.

"Wuchen Sword, his injuries are really healed, really healed......" Looking at the proud, but inviolable Sword Wuchen, Jin Qisheng's whole person fell into a stupor, and muttered to himself.

Jin Qisheng suddenly remembered that just after Mu Hanyan's wild words last time, he had also felt such a dustless sword intent, but he didn't believe it at that time, and thought that he had a delusion.

It wasn't until this time that he knew that it wasn't an illusion, it turned out that Mu Hanyan was not a mouthful, let alone arrogant, and since then, she had already treated Jian Wuchen's injuries, otherwise, Jian Wuchen would never have recovered to such an extent.

Those disciples of the Holy Court under the Holy Sword Peak were also stunned, the meridians of Jian Wuchen's right arm were completely destroyed, this is by no means a secret in the Holy Court, for thousands of years, I don't know how many Holy Court Dan Doctors and Holy Hands have healed him, but they have all returned in vain, this is not a secret. Even in the eyes of some people, Jian Wuchen is simply a waste of people, and staying in the Holy Court is a waste of resources.

No one thought that the injuries that countless Holy Ting Dan Doctors and Holy Hands could not cure after racking their brains would suddenly be cured, and after recovering from his injuries, Jian Wuchen's strength was so terrifying, his status was transcendent, and he was known as the Elder Aofangchen, who couldn't even take a sword from him.

"Your injuries are healed!" Ao Fangchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said hatefully.

In the great battle with the temple thousands of years ago, the masters of the older generation of the Holy Court suffered heavy casualties, and in this thousand years, with the death of the few remaining senior masters, Ao Fangchen's status is getting higher and higher, more and more transcendent, and the opportunity to do it with others is of course becoming less and less. Many disciples of the Holy Court even thought that he was one of the few masters besides the Holy Lord, but they didn't expect that he would finally make a single move, and he would be defeated in the hands of Jian Wuchen with one sword, which would undoubtedly be a huge blow to his prestige.

Speaking of this, he also glared at Jin Qisheng fiercely. Jian Wuchen's injury healed, it must have something to do with him, if he reminded himself, he would not have been defeated so badly.

Being glared at by Ao Fangchen, Jin Qisheng's heart tightened, knowing that he had been misunderstood by this old man, but he could only smile helplessly, he also hoped that Jian Wuchen's injury was healed by his own handiwork, but unfortunately, it was all the credit of Mu Hanyan, and it had nothing to do with him at all.

If he wants to change someone else, maybe Jin Qisheng will explain it, but he knows that with Ao Fangchen's domineering, the things he recognizes will never change, and he will never believe it no matter how he explains it, so he is too lazy to bother talking.

"Elder Ao, stop. We have a friendship, and it is also a thousand-year-old friendship, why bother hurting the harmony for the sake of the younger generation, not to mention that this matter was originally because of Yutang, and the grievances of the younger generations will be resolved by themselves. Jian Wuchen withdrew his long sword and said leisurely.

He and Ao Fangchen have known each other for thousands of years, and they don't want to completely turn their faces with him because of this incident.

"It's up to them to solve it themselves, hmph, you said it lightly, Yutang was harmed by Mu Hanyan's cultivation to the ground, how can he solve it himself?" Ao Fangchen said with a cold snort.

"Then you will never let go of Mu Hanyan?" Jian Wuchen said in a deep voice, his hand gripping the hilt of the sword again.

Although he didn't want to completely break with Ao Fangchen, he would never let him suffer from typhoid fever.