Fan Wujie continued to laugh at Liu Wentian's words. His attitude became even more arrogant and egotistical.
It was as if he could already see himself becoming the ruler of the Northern Wastelands. He said coldly, "With the legendary ancient sword in my hand, who can stop me? No matter who it is, as long as they dare to stop me, I will kill them with a single strike. The Ancient Star Sect is the best example."
As he spoke, he raised the legendary ancient sword high up. Just like the people in the Wanjian Pavilion below, his eyes were filled with fanaticism. His body was enveloped in the light of the sword, as if he was about to merge with the legendary ancient sword.
However, just as his laughter reached its climax, a youthful voice slowly rang out in the valley, "Fan Wujie, your trust in the legendary ancient sword is blind and foolish. No wonder you are willing to give up everything to gain control of the legendary ancient sword."
"A swordsman should wield the sword and use the sword as the way. However, as the ruler of the Wanjian Pavilion, you have been bewitched by the sword. You have put the cart before the horse. How sad."
This voice was not deliberately hidden. As soon as it was spoken, the chaotic space calmed down and attracted everyone's attention. They all focused on the hillside not far away.
A young man stood there. He was dressed in black and carried a sword on his back. He walked forward with light steps at a steady pace until he completely appeared in front of everyone.
Luo Yun!
The people in the Wanjian Pavilion revealed complicated expressions. They had originally thought that Chu Xingyun was the traitor of the Wanjian Pavilion. However, after hearing his words, they could not help but feel suspicious and puzzled.
The people in the Ancient Star Sect also saw Chu Xingyun. Their eyes were filled with anger. Only Liu Shiyun's gaze trembled and she let out a faint sigh.
Chu Xingyun did not pay much attention to the various gazes of the crowd. He walked in front of Fan Wujie and stared at him with his pitch-black eyes, filled with scorn and mockery.
"Luo Yun, you're pretty good," Fan Wujie felt Chu Xingyun's mocking gaze and pondered for a moment before suddenly laughing out loud.
His laughter continued as he said, "You're just a young man, not even 20 years old, but you're extremely scheming and shrewd. You dared to scheme against the Wanjian Pavilion and the Ancient Star Sect, and even provoked a bloody war between the two sects. I've underestimated you after all."
"However, seeing that you took the initiative to throw away your life, I have decided to be merciful and leave your corpse intact." After a pause, Fan Wujie added.
In his eyes, Chu Xingyun was just a rising genius. Although he had some strength and talent, he was far from a threat to him.
Because of this, after Chu Xingyun appeared, Fan Wujie did not take him seriously at all. He felt that he could kill him at any time and was not in a hurry at all.
"There seems to be something wrong with your words," Chu Xingyun said calmly with a smile on his face. There was no trace of panic in his calm voice.
He said, "First, I was only guiding the bloody war between the Wanjian Pavilion and the Ancient Star Sect. If you didn't have the slightest bit of ambition in your heart, you wouldn't have pursued the Ancient Star Sect so crazily when faced with the 130,000 strong army of the Ancient Star Sect. You wouldn't have activated the legendary ancient sword and started a massacre in an attempt to forcefully annex the Ancient Star Sect."
Ever since Chu Xingyun entered the Wanjian Pavilion, he had seen through Fan Wujie's terrifying ambition.
It was because of this that Chu Xingyun was able to use this ambition to successfully set up layers of schemes, causing the Ancient Star Sect and the Wanjian Pavilion to confront each other. Moreover, it caused Fan Wujie to no longer hide his ambition, causing a storm of blood to break out.
Just now, Fan Wujie's words had shockingly proved this point!
"Second, I didn't appear this time to throw away my life. On the contrary, the person who should die should be you, Fan Wujie." Chu Xingyun calmly spat out these words. His words caused Fan Wujie's eyes to freeze, and the smile on his face grew even wider.
"You want to kill me with just your strength?" Fan Wujie continued to laugh maniacally. At the same time, the legendary ancient sword in his hand shone brightly, and a hazy white figure appeared, standing above Fan Wujie's head with its head held high.
This white figure was naturally the Sword Spirit of the legendary ancient sword.
There was no easygoing expression on his face at all. His brows were tightly knitted together as he stared at Chu Xingyun and the Black Hole Epee. After a while, he said, "What a foolish person. You didn't listen to my advice and put a part of your mind into the Black Hole Epee. The feeling of being possessed by a demon isn't good, is it?"
The legendary ancient sword and the Black Hole Epee had fought against each other for countless times. Therefore, the Sword Spirit was not unfamiliar with the terrifying power of the Black Hole Epee. It could even be said that he was extremely clear about it.
At this moment, he could clearly feel that Chu Xingyun had already been possessed by a demon. Furthermore, the demon had been deeply planted and was gradually eroding his soul, enough to affect his words and actions.
This process was not only filled with danger, but the demon could take over his body at any time. He would also have to endure endless pain. Every bit of pain was comparable to the cruelest torture in the world. It was not something that ordinary people could endure.
The legendary ancient sword did not understand. Chu Xingyun clearly knew how disastrous the price would be, but he still chose to be possessed by a demon. He let the demon invade his body, and he had to endure such pain day and night.
"What does it have to do with you whether I am possessed by a demon or not?"
Chu Xingyun sneered and said sarcastically, "Compared to having the demon invade my heart and enduring pain day and night, I would never choose the legendary ancient sword. After all, I don't want to become a scapegoat and bear the pain of the broken sword in your place."
"Sword Spirit of the ancient sword, Ultimate Light. You make it sound so dignified, but in the end, you are just a despicable coward who doesn't dare to face setbacks. Do you think that your words will affect me in the slightest?"
"You …" The sword spirit was so infuriated by Chu Xingyun that he jumped up and down. A sinister expression appeared on his face. He knew that Chu Xingyun had seen through everything, so he did not say anything more. In a flash of white light, he directly merged into Fan Wujie's body.
A low sword hum sounded. Fan Wujie's eyes flashed continuously. The sword trembled and pointed directly at Chu Xingyun's head. He said coldly, "Since you are so arrogant and look down on everything, then fine. I want to see what waves you can cause by yourself!"
He raised his eyes and looked coldly at Chu Xingyun in front of him. His smile became more and more sinister. However, Chu Xingyun gave him a mocking smile and did not say anything. He only slowly raised his right hand.
Pa!
With a snap of his fingers, two pitch-black figures appeared behind Chu Xingyun without any warning under the astonished gazes of the crowd.
These two pitch-black figures were not tall, and their auras were ordinary. However, when Fan Wujie saw their faces clearly, the words that were about to come out of his mouth could not come out. They were stuck in his throat, and he could only make babbling noises.
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