A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

Wang Xianzhi, the second best in the world, was actually defeated.

He, who had been invincible for sixty years, had his martial arts true form broken today.

Only Ye Yun knew that Wang Xianzhi still had the strength to fight again.

"Wang Xianzhi, you are indeed extraordinary. My natal flying sword was born from the power of heavenly thunder, and thus contains the laws of heaven. I did not expect you to be able to repair it instantly. You are truly not someone that ordinary people can do."

Ye Yun said calmly.

He knew that Wang Xianzhi had restored his memories of the White Emperor.

Wang Xianzhi took a deep breath, and her full head of white hair turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, making her look decades younger in an instant.

He possesses martial fortune and the strongest martial arts physique in the world, so naturally he wouldn't look so old.

"I suppose you are not from here either. I wonder who you are the reincarnation of."

Wang Xianzhi now understood that Ye Yun's rapid rise to power in such a short time meant he was no ordinary person.

"No, I'm different from you; I just had a serendipitous encounter."

Ye Yun did not acknowledge his identity.

Because he was not originally a reincarnation of a celestial being.

Baidi.

He is one of the five Heavenly Emperors in ancient books, in charge of the Western deities.

Wang Xianzhi probably already knew her identity long before Ye Yun and Li Chungang opened a Heavenly Gate.

No wonder he always felt at odds with the True Martial Emperor; it turns out this place was indeed under his jurisdiction.

The one he was facing wanted to wipe out the entire family of the reincarnation of Zhenwu, which was truly more ferocious than him.

That's admirable.

"Let's do it again!"

Wang Xianzhi raised her hand again, gesturing for him to proceed.

He was going to fight Ye Yun to the death.

He believed that Ye Yun was not a cultivator from the mortal realm. Although he had a grudge against the True Martial Emperor, so what?

moment.

The two suddenly collided again.

However, this time Ye Yun used swordsmanship, and in martial arts, he was indeed a step weaker than Wang Xianzhi.

Wang Xianzhi's fist strikes are like a dragon, with the true essence of martial arts concentrated in this one punch, containing the martial arts power he has comprehended over the past sixty years.

In contrast, Ye Yun now had a natal flying sword by his side. The three swords flew together, their movements like dragons and snakes, merging and striking each other.

This time, Wang Xianzhi was smarter. Instead of directly confronting Ye Yun's natal flying sword, she used her fist intent to block the sword's attack.

With both fists pounding out simultaneously, the martial arts essence, condensed to its ultimate level, was unleashed with a sudden burst.

Wang Xianzhi still hasn't used the abundant martial fortune within the Martial Emperor City.

Ye Yun used his finger as a sword, and his natal flying sword, Zixiao, flew into the clouds, forming a dark vortex in the sky, with streaks of purple lightning.

It was the divine power of his natal flying sword—the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder.

The two powerful forces eventually collided.

The power of thunder enveloped Wang Xianzhi fiercely, yet it could not harm him in the slightest.

Click!

A crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

Golden light descended, as if a celestial gate had descended upon the world.

Its overwhelming power caused all the birds and beasts within a thousand miles to submit to it.

Their duel actually forced open the Heavenly Gate.

Wang Xianzhi looked at the Heavenly Gate and said coldly, "The Heavenly Gate has been opened. How can we, as ordinary people, sit as the lackeys of immortals?"

"Break it!"

Wang Xianzhi took a deep breath and suddenly slammed it towards the Heavenly Gate, attempting to forcibly close it.

But a crimson longsword sliced ​​through the sky, stopping his punch.

"Ye Yun, what do you mean? Do you want to ascend to immortality?"

Wang Xianzhi naturally did not want immortals to descend to the mortal realm and interfere in human affairs, but she also did not want anyone in the mortal realm to ascend to immortality again.

Both of them hovered at the Heavenly Gate.

He had one foot in the gates of heaven, but he couldn't cross them.

They exchanged a glance, as if they understood each other's thoughts.

"We might as well leave it open; perhaps it will lure out some old monsters, and we can wipe them out together."

Ye Yun's voice was extremely domineering, just as he had said to his master Zhang Fuyao that day.

Immortals fish for the fortune of mortals, so why can't mortals kill immortals to nourish their fortune?

These words immediately caught Wang Xianzhi's eye.

"I see."

Wang Xianzhi realized that he had misunderstood Ye Yun.

Having dared to kill celestial beings, I am willing to prove the Way to humanity.

They are not the real enemy.

But they still need to continue this battle.

The outcome is still undecided; how can we be satisfied with our victory?

"Wang Xianzhi, you may fight me with all your might. My sword will hang at the Heavenly Gate, and who dares to come to the mortal realm?"

Ye Yun's voice boomed, and that was the source of his confidence.

Ye Yun's natal purple sword hung upside down at the golden heavenly gate.

Without further ado, Wang Xianzhi unleashed a punch straight at Ye Yun's center, like an arrow released from a bow.

What appears to be a simple punch contains the true essence of Wang Xianzhi's martial arts; wherever the fist's wind passes, space itself is distorted.

A flying sword shot out from beside Ye Yun, directly meeting the sword strike.

Ding!

The flying sword collided with the fist, but there was no loud noise.

The fist's energy was completely torn apart by the golden light of Ye Yun's natal flying sword.

Sword Transformation into Myriad

Countless golden rays, like shooting stars, fell continuously upon Wang Xianzhi.

Each impact forced Wang Xianzhi to take a few steps back.

As the golden light intensified, Wang Xianzhi was repelled thousands of miles by this sword strike, completely escaping the territory of Wudi City.

Ye Yun did not stop. Holding the crimson sword, he transformed into a streak of rainbow light and chased straight in the direction Wang Xianzhi had retreated.

Ye Yun had two swords beside him.

The right-hand natal flying sword glows with golden light.

On the left is the Crimson Sword, a spiritual weapon.

In an instant.

He rushed to Wang Xianzhi's side and thrust out his red sword.

Despite lacking any overwhelming power, it made Wang Xianzhi feel a sense of danger.

He raised his blood-stained right hand and slammed it down on Ye Yun, trying to take the sword head-on and exchange injury for injury.

A decisive battle to the death.

Ye Yun did not dodge or evade either; he trusted his sword.

His sword was faster than Wang Xianzhi's fist.

puff!

The sound of the crimson sword entering the body rang out.

Cross!

Ye Yun was sent flying backward, spitting blood as he slid a long distance before coming to a stop.

The crimson longsword pierced through Wang Xianzhi's chest.

Wang Xianzhi remained fearless, forcefully pulling out the crimson sword that had pierced through his body with his right hand.

"It was truly a fine sword; it's a shame it broke."

After Wang Xianzhi finished speaking, he gripped the hilt with his right hand and the blade with his left, intending to break the long sword.

"How dare you break my sword?"

The sound suddenly rang out beside Wang Xianzhi.

A golden light pierced the sky and once again pierced Wang Xianzhi's right arm, completely crippling it.

In that instant, the crimson longsword sliced ​​through Wang Xianzhi's left hand and flew back into Ye Yun's hand.

Clang!

A dragon's roar resounded from the sword.

It was venting its anger and was almost broken.

But to assume that this martial artist at the peak of his skill has lost his fighting ability is an idiom.

Then you are wrong.

Wang Xianzhi stepped out again, leaving behind a lingering shadow.

When he reappeared, he was already beside Ye Yun.

They suddenly pounced and attacked.

Without hesitation, Ye Yun slashed forward with his sword.

In the blink of an eye.

Wang Xianzhi retreated again, but blood was flowing from his left hand.

The outcome of their dispute was already decided.

Wang Xianzhi put in his utmost effort.

Yet they still couldn't kill Ye Yun.

Next, we just need to wait for Ye Yun to slowly wear down Wang Xianzhi with his flying sword, and then we can completely defeat him.

Ye Yun waved his hand, and his natal flying sword, radiating golden light, entered his body. The crimson sword in his hand was no longer as sharp.

"Wang Xianzhi, do you admit defeat?"