As he spoke, the true disciple drew out his long sword and pointed it at Wang Yan from afar. The disdain in his eyes did not diminish. He raised his head slightly, as if he really wanted to point his nose at Wang Yan. It could be said that he was extremely overbearing.
However, Wang Yan only felt inexplicable. He did not know many people in the sect, nor did he have any grudges in the past. He did not know the person in front of him at all, so he had no idea what was going on. However, as a swordsman, when he was blocked and drew his sword, even if he did not know the reason, Wang Yan would not not respond.
The corner of Wang Yan's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a sneer. Immediately after, he flicked his finger at the true disciple.
Swoosh.
With the sound of breaking through the air, a red Sword Qi flashed and disappeared. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of the true disciple. The true disciple was not weak. At the moment when Wang Yan attacked, he swept the long sword in his hand. In a flash of red light, the soft Sword Qi that Wang Yan had struck was shattered.
"What can a mere Sword Qi do to me?"
The true disciple still had an insufferably arrogant look on his face. However, before he could finish speaking, his vision blurred. In an instant, he was unable to see Wang Yan's figure with his eyes. There were only countless illusory figures circling around him.
Seeing this, the true disciple showed a slight surprise in his eyes, but then he snorted coldly and swept his long sword in all directions.
"How can phantoms deceive me?"
The direct disciple let out an explosive roar. Following which, the longsword in his hand was like a torrential downpour of pear blossoms, creating thousands of sword images in all directions. This sword attack was like a torrential downpour, fiercely attacking and flawlessly defending. However, just as the sword attack was unleashed, Wang Yan's voice could be heard from afar.
"My body is the sword, and the sword is my body. All methods return to the stream and appear in the sword. When did I ever deceive you?"
The instant he finished speaking, the countless phantoms suddenly fused together, and everything that happened just now seemed like a dream. Wang Yan appeared a meter away from the Elite Disciple, and when faced with the impenetrable sword phantoms that danced around him, Wang Yan turned a blind eye to them. He only raised his right palm, and a green light burst forth from his palm before he struck forward.
Boom!
As the palm was raised, the bones in Wang Yan's arm seemed to rumble like thunder. Wang Yan had used one of Bai Daoxin's ultimate skills, 'Old Bear Slapping the Tree'. After the palm struck forward, the palm was as fast as lightning, piercing through the layers of sword shadows. Immediately after, Wang Yan's palm shook, and a strong wind immediately rolled. Under such a change, the True Disciple's sword momentum actually collapsed, and countless sword shadows dissipated. His face immediately changed.
"You …"
The True Disciple's eyes were filled with shock. As he spoke, he hastily held his sword horizontally in front of him to protect himself. He felt that this palm strike would be difficult to dodge, so he could only take it head-on.
This feeling was somewhat similar to Old Freak Xiu Jue's palm strike, but in reality, it was different. Old Freak Xiu Jue's palm strike seemed to lock down the heavens and earth and overturn the universe. Wang Yan's palm strike was naturally far from that level. He only contained sword shadows in his palm, bewitching the mind but not releasing them. However, it made it difficult for one to determine the direction, and it gave off a feeling of indeterminacy.
In the next instant, Wang Yan's palm heavily slapped the true disciple's sword.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound like thunder. As the sound entered his ears, the True Disciple immediately felt a monstrous force drilling from the sword into his hand that was holding the sword. In an instant, the purlicue of his hand that was holding the sword cracked, and traces of blood seeped out. He almost couldn't hold the sword anymore.
This situation naturally made the True Disciple feel very bad. As a swordsman, if he couldn't even hold the sword, then everything would naturally be over. Therefore, the True Disciple immediately clenched his teeth and held the sword hilt tightly.
However, when Wang Yan saw this, he sneered coldly. In the next instant, when the force on his palm burst forth, the True Disciple's famous sword immediately trembled and let out bursts of whining sounds. At the same time when the force of the palm burst forth, the green light on Wang Yan's palm changed. Numerous soft Sword Auras rolled in front of Wang Yan's palm, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to condense into a sword tip.
The Sword in the Palm!
This move was learned from Bai Daoxin's Xing Yi Ultimate Skill. Not only had Wang Yan become proficient in it over the past few months, but Wang Yan had also combined it with his own cultivation method to create a new cardinal. Although it wasn't as strong and fierce as Bai Daoxin's, it contained slyness and sharpness. Even if he were to use this move against Bai Daoxin, Wang Yan believed that he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.
Screech …
As the tip of the sword formed by the sword force emerged from his palm, the famed sword that had been trembling non-stop let out a soft sound. Following this sound, cracks that looked like spider webs appeared on its surface, and the entire sword showed signs of cracking.
"How dare you!"
Seeing this, the True Disciple was immediately shocked. With a loud roar, he took a deep breath, and his sword immediately shone with a red light. The red light immediately covered the entire long sword. Obviously, he had pushed his Sword Auras to the extreme.
But in the face of such a change, Wang Yan didn't change his move. He only pushed the Inner Qi in his body a little faster. Then, as the sword and the palm went straight forward, there was a cracking sound. When the Sword Auras of both sides collided, the Sword Auras on the True Disciple's sword collapsed.
Seeing that his Sword Auras had collapsed, the True Disciple turned pale with shock and said, "You've cultivated the Vital Energy Shield?!"
The True Disciple didn't get an answer from Wang Yan. The response to him was an even more ear-piercing cracking sound. The famous sword in his hand started to crack from the point where Wang Yan's sword touched it.
In the next moment, as the True Disciple's eyes were filled with disbelief, Wang Yan's palm completely broke the sword in his hand. Just as half of the sword was thrown away, the Sword Auras had already entered the True Disciple's body. Then, there was a "bang" sound. The True Disciple's chest was hit, and his whole body was immediately sent flying like a kite with a broken string. He flew for more than ten meters before landing on the ground like a dead dog, trembling slightly.
The fight between Wang Yan and this person seemed to be quite long, but it ended in just a few breaths' time. When the True Disciple was sent flying and could not get up for a long time, Yan Bu Gui, who was at the side, regained his senses. He looked at Wang Yan with a shocked expression. Although the name of the Blood Demon Sword had already spread across the two prefectures, and he had also heard about Wang Yan's achievements in the Northern Victory Prefecture, he only knew how amazing his Martial Nephew's combat strength was when he saw it with his own eyes.
However, when he saw that the True Disciple was lying on the ground, his body trembled a few times as he tried to stand up but was unable to do so, Yan Bu Gui's eyes revealed traces of worry. He said, "Martial Nephew, your attack was a little too heavy. Hu Yunyang is a disciple of the Moon Reflection Peak after all. If the Moon Reflection Peak's Peak Leader investigates this matter, Master …"
Yan Bu Gui paused at this point, and Wang Yan naturally understood what he meant. The sects of the Aojian Villa did not forbid duels, but a duel between disciples of the same sect could not be a battle of life and death. Both sides would leave some leeway. However, not only did Wang Yan severely injure Hu Yunyang with one palm strike, he even broke his sword. His attack was indeed a little too heavy.
However, Wang Yan did not care about it at all. He just said indifferently, "Since he attacked me with his sword, he should have been prepared to lose. Considering that we are from the same sect, I already held back when I attacked. He can only blame himself for overestimating his own strength, breaking his sword and injuring him in one move."
If Hu Yunyang was a disciple of the Ling Yun Peak, Wang Yan might have to deal with him. However, since he was a disciple of the Moon Reflection Peak, Wang Yan had already guessed why Hu Yunyang attacked him. Now that Hu Yunyang was injured by him, would Liu Zhaoxian pursue this matter?
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