An old man with frosty and snow-haired eyebrows stood with his hands behind his back, standing above the guardian pavilion of the earth, scanning the direction of the capital, but his eyes were filled with a strong sense of sorrow.

No matter who Yang Wenjun faces, the old Pavilion Master will never worry.

Even though he is as strong as the Ten Famous in Heaven, as strange as the Heavenly Kings of the Ghost Sect, or as the strongest people of the two tribes as monsters, Yang Wenjun still has the confidence to fight.

Under the Zhuxian Sword, there is no defeat.

However, without losing does not mean that it is invincible.

Even though the old Pavilion Master fought against the sky and the earth all his life, and looked like a crazy demon and a crazi man, he was not so arrogant that he dared to be invincible. In this world, the real strong people rarely appear in divine traces. If a real strong man fights, he can break the void with just one move and destroy the stars with his palm,,,,,

"Brother Dao is worried?" A phantom appeared in the air and stood directly beside the old pavilion master.

The person who came was wearing a blue cloth dress, and his eyes were flashing. At first glance, he seemed to be only in his thirties or forties.

"Brother Yang Tong, are you safe?"

"The Lord's cultivation is becoming more and more unfathomable." The person who came laughed: "On the day, I saw Brother Dao cut through the void with a sword light, and he was truly invincible."

"Brother Dao is the strongest man in the human race, and his cultivation is amazing." The old pavilion master sighed softly: "When he was in the northern territory of the Heavenly Court, Dao brother personally led three million foreign soldiers and killed the Northern Region War Emperor retreating. What a strong man the War Emperor is, he is already one of the top of the world. Even the War Emperor dared not face his brother head-on. It can be seen that Dao brother's cultivation is far above us, the immortals."

The person who came was the most powerful person in the world.

The God of War in the Daxue Mountains: Yang Tong.

"The Lord of the Pavilion was joking. He was just lucky, so he was called the most powerful person in the world by some practitioners who did not know the vastness of the world." Yang Tong shook his head and chuckled: "The creature in the land of the Emperor's Fall was in front, and the drunkard brother Dao of the human race in Kyoto suppressed the world. The cultivation of Brother Dao of the Renwang and Lord of the Pavilion have long been no longer the enemy."

However, the old Pavilion Master sighed softly and looked at Kyoto, his worries became even stronger.

"It's just a discussion between juniors, why should you care too much?" Yang Tong chuckled: "Jun'er can achieve such a success now, and I have to thank the Pavilion Master for his training. No matter what, that child is also a descendant of the human race. It is also a great blessing for the human race to meet such an excellent junior of the human race."

"Jun'er is my disciple and brother Dao's biological daughter. Is Brother Dao really not worried at all?"

"Jun'er has never failed in the past few years." Yang Tong chuckled: "The loneliest, invincible, is lonely. If you stand alone in a high position for too long, it is not a good thing. If a creature who can defeat Jun'er can appear in the world, it will be considered a noble person in her destiny."

The old Pavilion Master couldn't help but be stunned.

Can these words be what a father said?

In the world, is there such a cruel father?

"The Pavilion Master is one of the most powerful people in the world. How could he encounter defeat in his life?" Yang Tong chuckled: "If the Pavilion Master could meet a tribe who could defeat him, how could he be lonely forever and lonely forever? Isn't the path Jun'er is now the path that the old Pavilion Master walked back then?"

The old Pavilion Master's face changed slightly.

Over the years, although there have been five top-notch strong men who are worthy of the world, they really have to count these five strong men as not creatures of the same era.

The most powerful man who can reach this point, who has never fought bloody battles alone in this world?

Another one who has never endured the loneliness and loneliness of all eternity?

If you can lose the same level when you were young, how could you have a confused and unrequited friend in this world who will never meet you? If you have friends who will walk side by side, how could you bear boundless loneliness and loneliness in the world?

Yang Wenjun's path was even more violent than the old Pavilion Master walked when he was young.

"There are many venerables in the world, and there are invincible people in the world, but there are really those who can go to the extreme and walk in the world. How many people are there in ancient times?" Yang Tong's eyes flashed with loneliness: "When we look around in a daze, our old friends have already disappeared in the long river of time. Even if we are our relatives, how many people can accompany us until we are old. Life is endless, and time has no destination. Watching our descendants eventually disappear into the long river of time and turn into a handful of loess, how lonely and sad is this?"

Yang Tong paused: "So, if someone in the world can defeat Jun'er with dignified means, as a father, I would like to hear it."

"Chaos are born, and the heavens are killed together." A trace of loneliness flashed in the old pavilion's eyes: "It is also the biggest regret in this life that I have never fought with that person back then. If I could see these two peerless divine strikers with my own eyes today, I would have no regrets in this life."

Yang Tong's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything in the end.

I didn't say anything before, if you really met that person back then, can you still laugh,,,,,

The sword intent is overwhelming.

The sword intent filled with heaven and earth seemed to cut everything into powder.

Under the raging of the two sword intentions, no creature dared to approach within a radius of dozens of miles.

The sword intents scattered between heaven and earth have already caused countless human geniuses to suffer. The two figures fighting in the air are simply two human-shaped beasts.

Yang Wenjun's figure looks like a flying immortal from the sky, with lonely geese falling shadows facing the sky and the earth coldly.

Zhuo Junlin is the source of darkness that is unyielding, and any sword shadow seems to have endless dark power, killing and taking ruthless actions.

It seems that this is no longer a difference between victory or defeat.

Instead, a life-and-death showdown.

"Satisfactory." Zhuo Junlin yelled.

When the black sword was used, I could already feel that it was natural. It was like a finger, and the fit with this ink sword was even more compatible than any weapon.

The blood all over the body seemed to boil, and there seemed to be a tremendous sense of fighting between the chest.

Since Zhuo Junlin remembered, I felt that he had never had such a joy to fight.

Even if I met those geniuses of all races who were once called invincible in the world, and even peerless geniuses of the demon race, demon race, and gods, who were as powerful as the war undefeated Asura, they never made me feel as excited as I am now!

The pressure Yang Wenjun put on him in front of him was already greater than any opponent he had encountered in the past.

The sword wheel swept straight towards Yang Wenjun with endless destructive power. The ink-black sword intent did not have the overwhelming momentum, nor did it have the domineering aura that soared into the sky.

It seems like the surging river, continuous and eroding step by step.

The invisible sword intent seems to carry endless power.

Yang Wenjun's sword intent of killing the sky stabbed directly into the sword wheel.

But at this moment, Yang Wenjun's face changed slightly. The originally invincible Zhuxian sword intent pierced into the sword wheel, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. The sword wheels were spinning faster and faster, and invisible sword intents pierced out of the sword wheel, covering the world.

"What is this?" Yang Wenjun's face changed again and again.

Since his debut, Yang Wenjun defeated all the geniuses of all races with a Zhuxian Sword. The number of strong men of all races has been more than 10,000 under the sword. Under the intent of Zhuxian Sword, which has always been domineering, no opponent can retreat.

Today, Zhuo Junlin was able to block Zhu Xian's sword intent with the sword wheel, which was an anomaly, but he did not expect that he could turn his Zhu Xian's sword intent into use and fight back from the sword wheel.

Not to mention that Yang Wenjun had never heard of this method, even the old Pavilion Master, who was already a mature person, had never mentioned such incredible methods.

I originally thought that the Tai Chi formation of the Lin sisters was a defiant move, but I didn't expect that Zhuo Junlin's sword wheel would have such incredible effects,,,,,,

Immune to magical powers and counterattack with the power, isn’t this a forbidden technique that can only be found in legends?

However, although Yang Wenjun was shocked, he slashed the long sword in his hand, countless sword intents shot out again, directly facing the sword intent in Zhuo Junlin's sword wheel.

This time, Yang Wenjun had no stop at all. He just used one sword move, but he used dozens of swords.

Each sword intent seemed to carry the power to destroy the world, and any sword light seemed to carry the endless light of destruction, directly covering Zhuo Junlin.

Zhuo Junlin's face changed rapidly.

This move was clearly the sword that Yang Wenjun used when he was in the border desert.

On that day, Yang Wenjun's cultivation and combat power were far inferior to that of now, but he cut all his life into a thousand sand bandits with one sword. At this time, Yang Wenjun used dozens of swords one after another, which was far from attacking himself with one move. It was clearly the power levels of dozens of swords superimposed, just like riding the wind and waves, one sword was even better than a sword.

Even though Zhuo Junlin was in a strong fighting spirit at this time, he couldn't help but retreat.

We are just having a competition, can we use such a big move?

Do you want us to play with you?

Don’t you know how powerful this sword is?

Even those famous geniuses would never dare to take this sword head-on, not to mention that Yang Wenjun used dozens of swords in a row, which was clearly trying to suppress people with power.

Don't you know that there is a possibility of death under this sword?

But before Zhuo Junlin could retreat, thousands of sword intents came to his face, but there was no time to dodge.

Countless sword intents directly hit the huge sword wheel, and the faint sound of gold and iron fighting was endless. Although countless sword intents were swallowed by the huge sword wheel, countless invisible sword intents were still shaking the sword wheel directly.

'boom'.

There was a loud bang in the half-brupt, and the giant sword wheel behind Zhuo Junlin exploded directly.

Zhuo Junlin's body was blown upside down, his childish body looked even thin, his clothes were all over the body and his whole body was as bright as ink, but it complemented the black sword in his hand.

At this time, Zhuo Junlin was completely confused.

Yang Wenjun's sword intent of Zhu Xian seemed to have the power of space confinement. With his own reaction, it would be impossible to have no power to fight back. The countless sword intents were divided into two levels, one actively was swallowed by the sword wheel, and the other was attacked from outside, directly colliding with the sword intent devoured by the sword wheel.

This kind of subtle mastery of the power of swordsmanship is not only not only unseen in life, but also never heard of,,,,,,,,

"Are you crazy?" Zhuo Ziyi was furious: "This is just a competition. Do you really want him to live?"

Yang Wenjun couldn't help but look at Zhuo Ziyi with a dark line, and was speechless.

Who was beaten so hard that he almost cried, but in a blink of an eye he became one of Zhuo Junlin's gang again?

"It's okay." In the air, Zhuo Jun's face was full of solemnity.

However, what made Zhuo Junlin crazy at this time was not Zhuo Ziyi's protection. What really made Zhuo Junlin speechless was: Just when you were angry at Yang Wenjun, why didn't you know how to find me two clothes first? Didn't you see that many of the human monks present had a slightly red face and their eyes were shining, and they just came forward to do it directly? Although I am a child now, I am actually a man of the same age as you now, okay?

Leng Qiuyue almost dripped out of her face, and finally stomped her feet, took out a set of her own clothes from the space ring and threw them directly to Zhuo Junlin's face. Her resentful eyes made Zhuo Junlin feel his scalp numb.

Over the years, Zhuo Junlin's heart, which is not afraid of the earth, has also been involuntarily surprised.

"If you lose, don't say you are a disciple of Lingzheng Sect." Leng Qiuyue's voice was cold: "You will no longer be my Leng Qiuyue's husband."

At this time, perhaps others can't see that Zhuo Junlin is already in a state of retreat.

If Zhuo Junlin had not retreated slightly just now, with the strange divine power of the sword wheel, it would have been impossible for Yang Wenjun's sword intent to directly destroy the power.
To be continued...