He was sure that the other party was the master of Tiandu Sword.

The power of the Jiange Tiandu Sword can use limited true energy to inspire the resonance of many vital energy between heaven and earth.

If you want to absorb many vital energy, the more vital energy you transport, the more quantity and stronger true energy you will naturally need. However, the uniqueness of the Tiandu Sword is not to transport a large amount of it, but to release some true energy into the world, and use these vital vibrations to exchange for the common vibration of the vital energy of the heaven and earth.

The co-shock of a basin of water can only splash some water, but the co-shock of a snow mountain can form an avalanche.

In Yang Wan's opinion, if you want to deal with the Tiandu Sword, you must first cut off the resonance between the other party's true energy and the world.

When countless sword lights were walking in the sky, many swells of air flowing from Yan Wumei were cut off instantly. Even the water vapor in the air and the clouds in the sky were cut into pieces by these sword lights. Even the wind blowing from one direction turned into countless pieces of shattered twill, and the sky suddenly became brighter.

However, Yang Wan's brow suddenly frowned.

Before his sword could be truly cut out, he felt that Yan Wumei's body was empty.

In his perception, the words and eyebrows in front of him were empty and threatened.

His sword aimed at Yan Wumei Slashing and Buzhang were meaningless.

He didn't know what method Yan Wumei used to empty the massive amount of true energy accumulated in his body in an instant, but at this time, the true energy released from Yan Wumei's body had formed countless brighter spaces in the sky.

These true elements are like countless floating transparent mirrors, which have no power or threat at all. However, bright light passes through these mirrors and quickly gathers into brighter flames.

Then these bright flames passed through the transparent mirrors below and continued to gather.

There are golden spots of light formed in the air.

It's like the unburned embers of fire that emerge from the chimney at night.

Yang Wan narrowed her eyes slightly.

A little golden light fell on the tip of his eyebrows, and then his eyebrows were burnt and a wisp of blue smoke ignited.

After a little golden light, countless golden lights are there.

Countless screams of exclamation sounded.

Countless hissing sounds were made on the water surface, and white vapor continued to surge.

Many charred marks appeared on the driftwood, and smoke continued to surge, and then they bloomed into bright flames.

Many charred holes appeared in Yang Wan and Yan Wumei's hair and clothes. Yang Wan held the hilt tightly. He kept sensing the changes in these vitality and thinking about breaking the method.

In a very short time, he thought of countless possibilities, but he felt the speed of the sun's true fire condensation and the range covered by these true fires as the other party's hearts, but a bitter smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A practitioner may be able to pass most flying swords in the world, but who can pass by the light quickly?

"From the beginning, you have decided to die with me?"

He asked, looking at Yan Wumei, who was also bathed in such a star in front of him.

Yan Wumei looked at him without answering yes or no, but said, "I can no longer use the Tiandu Sword. This is the only sword I have cultivated after I was disabled back then. No matter who it is or what kind of moves the opponent uses, I will only use this sword."

Yang Wan smiled bitterly.

Many charred marks appeared on his white jade-like cheeks. His originally pretty face has now become like a pockmark.

“How did it be done?”

He looked at the old man from Jiange in a complicated mood and asked seriously again.

"Ordinary practitioners cannot do it." Yan Wumei smiled, "But if you are already a practitioner with many broken meridians, and after many years of hard practice, you have continuously penetrated several special meridians into huge channels, then it will not be difficult to do this."

Yang Wan suddenly realized.

"What's the difference between this and always leaving a huge transparent sword hole in your body?"

He was a little admired and shook his head with emotion, and said, "It's just these methods that condense the sword intent of the sun's true fire, but others never imagined that who would be ready to face death from the beginning of preparing for one move?"

When his voice sounded like this, the hair and clothes on his and Yan Wumei's body burned completely.

His and Yan Wumei's skin was peeling off like burnt paper.

Such a picture only appeared in everyone's eyes for a short moment.

The golden light stars connected into lines and into pieces.

The extremely dazzling light completely enveloped the more than ten feet of radius where they were. The golden light was so dazzling that everyone could not see the pictures inside clearly.

It's just brilliant, it's just brilliant.

All the floating objects close to the two, including the bodies of the Northern Wei soldiers who had previously lying on the ground, disappeared in the light.

Even those tough leather armors eventually turned into ashes.

When the light began to disappear, only some white ashes were flying.

The metal and iron have not been melted.

The legendary Northern Wei magic sword, the full moon scimitar, fell to the ground obliquely.

From beginning to end, this powerful Northern Wei practitioner did not use a complete sword.

Because it cannot be solved, it is meaningless. It is better to solve the puzzle before leaving this world.

The section of the floating bridge near the north wall of Zhongli was completely burned through, and only many broken iron chains were connected like spider webs.

All the Northern Wei people were shocked and speechless when they looked at this scene. Many people's lips were trembling constantly, but they could not make any sound.

All the Southern Dynasty people on the wall of Zhongli looked at the place where the old man from Jiange disappeared, but their faces became more and more solemn.

Lin Yi slowly lowered his head.

Not far away in front of him was a clear white line.

Those white lines are the edges of thin white ashes, and are also the edges of the sword intent of Yan Wumei.

He was a little unavoidable sad.

But it's more pride.

This should be the glorious moment of Jiange.

"My Jian Pavilion is here... As long as there is one person in Jian Pavilion, this city will never fall into your hands."

He raised his head again, said slowly and clearly to Jiangxinzhou and to the north bank opposite.

All the Northern Wei people who heard this sound became heavy in their breathing.

No one refuted his words.

Because every Northern Wei people, including the generals of the later White Bone Army, were all sinking their hearts and thought that Lin Yi's words might be a nightmare fact.

Lin Yi took a deep breath.

He allowed the qi in his body to flow faster and the recovery of internal injuries as quickly as possible.

His eyes fell on the full moon scimitar.

From the reactions of the Northern Wei people before, he knew that this scimitar might occupy an equal position in the hearts of these Northern Wei people, just like the Kunpeng heavy armor.

His own sword has been lost in the battle formation.

He also felt that he couldn't use this kind of scimitar that looked too wide.

But this is a symbol.
Chapter completed!