The words fell.

Yue Yuan's body moved, and his feet were slightly wrong.

Suddenly!

The ground in the entire hall, which was already densely packed, completely shattered under a powerful force, and countless fragments were stirred up and flew up. Then, in mid-air, it was crushed into powder by the huge pressure that was born from Yue Yuan's body.

In an instant, the Zhenwu Hall was foggy.

Meanwhile.

The Mingjiao and Wudang people, who had already retreated far away, were busy with their work, and everyone's attention was on the Zhenwu Hall that looked crumbling. Everyone wants to know the outcome and see the final ending.

And at this moment, everyone on the mountain only felt that the air had become viscous, and the unparalleled pressure made everyone feel suffocated and breathless. What made everyone even more surprised was that they felt that their knees were a little weak.

Faintly, I only feel that this is a kind of emperor's domineering.

This move, the most domineering move in the official Emperor Heaven Slash Style, is the sword technique of using momentum to move the sword.

Domineering!

A knife is cut out, and the knife style is unexpectedly simple.

Without the complicated variations of swordsmanship, this knife looks like an ordinary sword split.

But in Zhang Junbao's eyes, what he saw was not so.

In his eyes, he saw that the dust and debris that were permeated around him fell sharply to the ground under this knife, densely paved with a layer, and it looked as if a new stone slab had been added to the Zhenwu Hall again. And the reason for this strange scene is the momentum and pressure generated under this knife.

As a person who was beheaded by a knife, Zhang Junbao has a deep understanding.

Burst! Burst!

As if stepping into the mud, Zhang Junbao only felt that his body sank, and the ground on which his feet were standing slowly sank into his knees.

The knife came very slowly.

But in Zhang Junbao's opinion, this knife is even more terrifying than the previous sword to resist thunder.

In his eyes, what he saw was not a knife, but a dragon with teeth and claws, rushing towards him, with a bloody mouth and a big mouth, wanting to swallow him and the entire Wudang Mountain. The unparalleled mental pressure made Zhang Junbao's forehead full of sweat, and the top of his head was steaming, constantly bubbling with white mist.

This is the Emperor's Sword!

This is the true dragon emperor!

This is the way of the hegemon!

This is the wrath of the Son of Heaven!

Chuanying, after all, his father was too bad.

This knife is no longer a simple knife competition, but a confrontation in the realm.

But, if you want him Zhang Sanfeng to fail like this, that's not enough!

A snort!

Zhang Junbao showed his swordsmanship.

Not Tai Chi, not anything else.

What reciprocated this knife was also the simplest swordsmanship, even simpler than Yue Yuan's sword, no! It's even rudimentary.

“！！！”

Looking at Zhang Junbao's sword, Yue Yuan raised his eyebrows, and his face was surprised and amazed.

As a sword to fight back, Yue Yuan had already seen what Zhang Junbao's swordsmanship represented and the realm it represented.

That's the wrath of the puff!

That's the sword of the people!

The weakest-looking sword met the Emperor's Sword, and the two clashed in mid-air.

Bite!

The light sound like a wind chime echoed on Wudang Mountain.

Up the hill, down the hill.

Everyone heard this nice sound at this moment. However, before these people had time to figure out what was going on with this sound, the next development surprised everyone. I saw a tremor under my feet, and the entire Wudang Mountain began to shake like an earthquake.

Look up.

Centered on the source of the sound on the top of the mountain, waves of air visible to the naked eye are sweeping in all directions.

Mountains and forests collapsed.

Blood-stained.

In the blink of an eye, the heavens and the earth were blood-red.

Whether it is a profound martial arts person or a lowly martial artist, they are all caught in a fear that cannot be expressed in words.

It felt as if he was alone on the battlefield, and on both sides of himself, there were millions of troops fighting. The overwhelming killing intent made people feel cold all over their bodies and couldn't breathe.

Suddenly.

Some people are crazy, some people kill themselves, some people are sluggish, some people flee, some people cry, some people kneel and beg for mercy, and some people worship God and ask for Buddha.

For a time, on the mountain and down the mountain, it was simply a hundred aspects of the world.

Distance.

Xiao Sanxiao, who was standing on the top of the mountain, also heard this sound.

He just narrowed his eyes, he had seen too many human tragedies, and he had experienced too many things, so he would naturally not be shocked by this illusion. In his eyes, the Wudang Mountain he saw was still intact, only the chaos on the mountain and under the mountain made it impossible to open his eyes to see it.

This kind of confrontation and confrontation in the realm experience is not something that that group of people can resist at all.

However, if you can bear it, you can come out of the illusion and have a great exercise on a person's mind.

In addition, Xiao Sanxiao was impressed by the junior Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang.

Because this sword is the best move to break the emperor's sword in Yue Yuan.

How did Yin Shang die?

Zhang Sanfeng's sword is the answer.

Piff!

They are all horsemen of this world! It's the people of this world!

……

In the Zhenwu Hall.

The clash of swords has already come to an end.

Bang!

There was a crunch.

Yue Yuan's complexion couldn't help but change slightly, and his figure retreated suddenly, ignoring Zhang Junbao, who was already oozing blood from the corner of his mouth. Instead, he stared at the long knife in his hand, the blade was full of cracks, and the soft sound just now was the knife body groaning in pain.

This shoddy version of the long knife can't bear it after all.

There was a snap and it shattered.

“……”

Yue Yuan knew that even if the knife in his hand was genuine, he might not be able to bear it in this confrontation. Because of the confrontation just now, it was not an ordinary sword battle, but a realm concept battle.

His sword represents imperial power.

And Zhang Junbao's sword represents the people.

The most important thing is that Yue Yuan himself admits this point of view.

Look up.

Really.

The True Martial Sword in Zhang Junbao's hand only cracked, and it looked like the sword body had been hit hard, but there was no sign of crumbling. After a period of forging and reforging, it will still be a good sword.

"Hah!"

After staring at the remaining hilt for a long time, Yue Yuan couldn't help but laugh dumbly. Throughout the past, it is as unique as this sword?!

"Not bad!"

"Junbao, this second move, you won."

"There is no eternal imperial power in the world, but there are eternal people!"

"But, I forgot to tell you!"

"The Emperor Extreme Heaven Slash Style is not the sword technique that this seat is good at, to be exact, I am not the emperor myself, and I can't exert its strongest power!"

"The blade is shattered, and only the hilt remains."

"For me, that's enough for me to perform a third move."

"And this third move will be my own knife technique."

The hem of the clothes flicked, Feiyang Zhongyue Yuan's figure pressed down, stepped forward with his right foot, held the handle of the knife with his right hand and put it on his left waist, made a posture of entering the sheath, and said to himself: "Whether it is the imperial power or the people, only time lasts forever in this world." ”

"Junbao, look at it."

"That's the third move!"

With that, Yue Yuan's right hand moved at an extremely slow speed.