The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

Wan Jianyi, the leader of Wan Jianmen, although he despises this section of Zexiong, after all, this is his first appearance in Sanshan town!

Therefore, it's impossible for wanjian to keep his hand at all. It's the skill of wanjian sect to become famous!

"All swords are one!"

Brush!

In an instant, in the eyes of the people of Sanshan Town, the whole world was almost covered with golden swords. It was dense and terrible!

Qiang!

After a few breaths, the countless golden swords gradually merged into a golden giant sword tens of hundreds of feet long, with complicated official script on it, and a trace of pressure leaked out. The Qingshi street of Sanshui town began to crumble!

The people were weak in legs and feet, subconsciously retreated, exclaimed at their lips, and looked extremely flustered.

In front of these townspeople who have no cultivation, the scene in front of them is like God's anger. The power is almost impossible to stop!

It's a great courage for the people of Sanshan town to insist on not fleeing!

"Such a big sword, the little brother of tianshenzong, I'm afraid even his body may not be able to stay!"

Someone sighed silently and opposed the emperor like wanjianmen. Isn't it a death attempt.

Boom!

Wan Jian wore a proud smile on one side and listened to the words of the people of Sanshan town. His long sleeves were floating, the corners of his mouth were rising, and his heart had been determined.

He is bound to smash the tortoise shell in front of him, so that the whole people of Sanshan town can know his invincibility of wanjianmen!

In this way, in the future, the whole Sanshan town can almost become the best stronghold for wanjian gate to absorb new disciples!

It's just a god sect. It's easy not to find you. Now that you hit it, it's the end of your destiny.

Wan Jian's eyes suddenly turned cold with a smile that he was determined to win. With a long roar, he tried his best and showed no mercy!

"Die!"

Boom!

Pang ran hit the barrier with great force, and the power of anti earthquake even shocked Sanshan town.

Hoo!

Wan Jian breathed softly, barely suppressed the shock brought by his great strength and kept his body still.

There is no doubt that his move represents the face of wanjianmen. If he was shocked and flew out, wouldn't the face of wanjianmen be lost?

A moment later, the smoke dispersed and the eyes of the people brightened.

But he saw a heavenly and earthly light lying in front of Duan Zexiong and WAN Jian.

"Hiss!"

The crowd took a breath.

I saw that the boundary was between Duan Zexiong and WAN Jian. On WAN Jian's side, the sword spirit was rampant. There was almost no complete stone in the street. Behind Duan Zexiong, not to mention the stone, even a grass was not damaged at all.

"How possible!"

Behind Wan Jianyi, all the disciples of Wan Jianmen stared at Duan Zexiong.

In their eyes, Wan Jianyi is almost the strongest one they can touch! But is it such a strong man who can't even touch his clothes in front of a frustrated God sect?

"How?"

Duan Zexiong smiled at the corner of his mouth and quietly looked at Wan Jian Yi, who was a little silent.

If you say you can't open it, you can't open it. Let alone the only ten thousand sword gate, it's the sword master of the sword cave. He's powerless in the face of the emperor's magic tools!

Wan Jian looked solemn and stopped where he was, and his face gradually blackened.

He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he was speechless.

As an attack, he was the one with the strongest cultivation among the ten thousand sword sect. He felt that at that moment, all his sword Qi touched the barrier like a clay ox into the sea without any movement.

A moment later, the same anti shock force bounced back along the long sword of ten thousand swords.

Even Wan Jianyi, who is familiar with his own sword technique, is barely holding down his strength at this time.

When he recovered, he was stunned to find that Duan Zexiong was not hurt at all!

Wan Jian was silent and his face gradually became gloomy.

He didn't understand that this time, he hit the iron plate, but he couldn't believe that the iron plate in front of him was the fallen god sect!

"Why?"

Wan Jianyi calmly stared at Duan Zexiong.

When he wanted to come, Duan Zexiong's cultivation at the quadrupole level was not much different from him. Even if he went out to open up a sect door by himself, he could do it to a great extent.

Why be trapped in a fallen god sect?

Duan Zexiong smiled and shook his head.

Wan Jianyi? Where can he know the greatness of the emperor!

"In that case..."

Duan Zexiong was about to speak. Suddenly, the crowd was agitated. Duan Zexiong keenly felt that after the agitation, the whole people in Sanshan town looked at him wrong.

This is a look of surprise, fear and hate.

"Huh?"

Duan Zexiong frowned. He didn't understand where he offended these townspeople.

After a few breaths, one of the disciples of wanjian sect came up, whispered to wanjian and said a few words.

"Ha ha ha!"

Wan Jian laughed at the news and swept away his gloomy face.

Originally, I thought that during his trip to Sanshan Town, his wanjianmen would die without illness. Unexpectedly, suddenly, he was surprised!

"What are you laughing at?"

Duan Zexiong narrowed his eyes and vaguely felt bad.

"What are you laughing at? Hahaha! I want to ask you God sect!"

Wan Jian glanced at Duan Zexiong with satisfaction in his eyes, then turned around, opened his arms and shouted loudly.

"Folks, I wanjianmen know about this. I promise to manage the matter that the demon came from tianshenzong!"

"People in the devil's way, everyone can kill them!"

"Just a god sect, since he dares to risk the universal condemnation and dance with demons! Then we wanjianmen dare to stand up and confront him!"

Wan Jian's voice was loud and clear. The tone of his speech was awe inspiring!

Duan Zexiong was shocked when he heard the speech. He suddenly got up, stared and looked out of the barrier.

Sure enough, almost everyone in the whole town looked at Duan Zexiong with angry eyes. It seemed that they were looking at some evil devil, like a sworn enemy!

Duan Zexiong was awe inspiring and his eyes sank.

"Hugh's nonsense! When will my God sect dance with demons?"

Duan Zexiong shouted angrily.

"Don't quibble! If you didn't do it, how could so many demons suddenly appear in the world? If you didn't do it, how could it be rumoured to you?"

Wan Jian sneered, "if it's a frame up, you have to pick some big doors. You? Oh! You're just a poor God sect!"

Duan Zexiong's eyes were completely cold.

At this time, some people in the crowd called out.

"Kill the demon who dances with the demon!"

"Kill the demon who dances with the demon!"

The voice was loud and confident. Duan Zexiong immediately swept over and caught a familiar figure in the crowd.

Ancient flying sand!