Rumble!

The Wood Spirit True Man slammed into the ground like a missile, dusty and coughing.

This change made the elders of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect all change their faces, and they glared at Yang Jian angrily, if it weren't for Yun Zhongtian waving his hand to stop it, they would have rushed up.

"Sword Thirteen has already burned the Yuan Shen, and it won't last long, you guys go after it!"

Saying that, Yun Zhongtian stretched out the long sword in his hand, and disappeared in place in an instant, Yang Jian, who had just fallen to the ground, felt a chill in his heart, and instinctively swept a thousand troops behind him, with a huge roar, his body stiffened, and he involuntarily took a step back.

"What a strong force!!" Yang Jian took a deep breath and looked around, but he couldn't feel the breath of Yun Zhongtian at all, as for those Ten Thousand Spirit Sword Sect elders who had chased out and couldn't see their figures, he had no intention of caring about it, and could only temporarily hope that Sword Elder could support him for a while.

The main reason is that Yun Zhongtian has put too much pressure on him, at the beginning, when the other party was still only showing the aura of refining the gods and returning to the void, he felt that he could barely resist this powerful momentum, but after Yun Zhongtian showed the aura of breakthrough in the main hall before, I have to say that even if he cultivated to the first and first heaven of the Nine Transformations Xuangong, he would not be able to cross such multiple levels.

Although the other party has not really reached the realm of refining the Void and Combining the Dao, but judging from the fact that he did not gain the upper hand in a pure strength competition just now, the realm of the two sides is still too far behind!

"Sure enough, it's you, Yang Daoyou!"

At this time, Yun Zhongtian's figure reappeared in front of Yang Jian, his eyes were angry, obviously extremely angry at Yang Jian's "ingratitude".

After hearing Yun Zhongtian's words, Yang Jian also knew that he couldn't hide it, so he simply took off his mask, revealing his angular handsome face: "Sect Master Yun, I have no intention of being an enemy of your sect, and what I am doing now really can't look down on what Sect Master you have done!"

"What a person can't look down on what I've done!" Yun Zhongtian laughed angrily, "Yang Daoyou, since you came to my Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect, how have I treated you?"

"No!" Yang Jian nodded seriously: "On the contrary, the sect master is at home to me, and even let me watch the martial arts of the Library Pavilion at will, which can be said to be very kind!"

"Then you still ......"

Before Yun Zhongtian's words were finished, Yang Jian interrupted him with a smile: "Sect Master Yun, let me finish speaking!"

Yun Zhongtian was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath and didn't say anything anymore, anyway, his purpose was to buy time for the elders, but he didn't mind listening to the other party tell the reason, after all, Yang Jian's strength and the background behind him were still a mystery, and he didn't want to provoke a strong enemy for the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect for no reason.

"Originally, I also thought that Sect Master Yun might be a passionate person for the ancient way, but just now ......" Yang Jian looked at Yun Zhongtian with a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth: "When I saw Miss Yun Lan's forehead using her ability to appear in her eyes, I understood that you, your purpose for me is not pure!"

Yun Zhongtian's face changed slightly, and his expression became gloomy.

"Hehe, it seems that I guessed correctly!" Yang Jian laughed lightly: "Actually, I should have found out a long time ago, picking up a strange monk like me in a place like the Dead Sea, you are so kind that you are willing to bring it back to the sect, it doesn't make sense logically!"

"So, I guess you were moved when you first saw the eyes on my forehead similar to Miss Yun Lan's, but then my strength in killing Jiaolong made you feel taboo, and you decided to take me back to the sect first and then slowly try to it, right?"

Yun Zhongtian was silent for a while, and then looked at Yang Jian with a cold gaze: "Fellow Daoist, don't you think that people who are too smart will be punished?"

"Haha!" Yang Jian couldn't help laughing: "Sect Master Yun, are you threatening me?"

"Hehe!" Yun Zhongtian took a deep look, and then looked into the distance: "Do you think Sword Thirteen can escape the pursuit of our entire sect?"

"No!" replied Yang Jian without hesitation.

"Oh?" Yun Zhongtian raised his eyebrows, and suddenly said, "I understand, in fact, your purpose has always been Lan'er, right?"

"Hehe!" Yang Jian didn't admit or deny it, he just looked at Yun Zhongtian fixedly, condensing all the strength in his body: "I'm different from you, I admire people like Jian Lao very much, but it's a pity that there is only one choice in front of me now!"

As he spoke, he disappeared in an instant, and the whole human spirit, qi, and spirit were one, and he slashed down at the clouds and heavens on the ground.

"Falling leaves!"

A silent sword intent instantly enveloped the audience, there was no agitation of the true yuan, nor the burst of momentum, there was just a soft autumn breeze blowing, as if Yang Jian had been with the void at the moment, turning into a fallen leaf, swinging with the wind, and going with the wind!

The sword is invisible, and the meaning follows!

This is the true meaning of falling leaves!

Yun Zhongtian didn't show disdain or carelessness, he looked at the knife calmly, slowly waved the long sword in his hand, and the space around him instantly turned into a vast ocean.

The small fallen leaves were instantly swallowed by the boundless waves.

Yang Jian's figure retreated sharply, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

"This ...... Is this it?"

"That's right! This is the Sword God!" Yun Zhongtian stepped on the waves, setting off a huge wave behind him, "Fellow Daoist, although you are physically strong, but I can see that your realm is very low, and your comprehension of the sword path has only just stepped into the level of mind, but unfortunately, the sword path cultivation below has already stepped into the realm of gods!"

As he spoke, he waved the long sword in his hand and slashed at Yang Jian's body: "Whether it is the way of the sword or the way of the sword, the different paths lead to the same end, and all laws are one, although my Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect is a sect of Yuan Shen cultivation, but it is a major in swordsmanship, refining swords with qi, and the unity of human and sword,"

"Die at my hands, you, not wronged!"

In an instant, the vast sea was divided into two, and Yang Jian only felt like a small fish trapped in the sea, and he couldn't jump out of the cage of the sea no matter what, he could only watch a white light slash at him!

Rumble!

Heaven and earth flashed with a dazzling white light!

When the light dissipated, Yang Jian's clothes were broken, and he fell motionless in front of the mountain gate covered with sword marks, and blood flowed all over the earth.

"Huh, after eating me, the tide of the Spirit Sea has not disappeared?"

Although Yang Jian fell to the ground motionless, seemingly losing his combat effectiveness, Yun Zhongtian was not happy at all.

On the contrary, his heart was very shocked, you know, he is a dignified half-step sword cultivator, even if the other party is a powerful forging body cultivator, but under the shroud of his own sword god, he can still live after eating a sword, it is simply unheard of.

"No, you can't kill him! This guy is so powerful at such a young age, how strong should the master in his mouth be.......? Let's keep him in the dungeon for the time being!" Yun Zhongtian's face was cloudy, and he finally gave up the idea of stepping forward to mend the knife.