The Abandoned Young Master of a Wealthy Cultivation Family

Chapter 749: Tianjianmen, Wan Zibai!

The moment Xia Qianyu heard the three words "Tianjianmen", her eyebrows suddenly raised.

Even her spiritual sense didn't detect it, so the strength of the person who came must be quite strong.

Could it be that the Tiantu Sword Immortal has come in person?

Su Bai glanced at her, as if he could see what she was thinking, and chuckled, "Don't worry. This person should be coming for Master Youming."

"If my guess is correct, this person should be the chief sword-wielding elder of the Tianjian Sect!"

Xia Qianyu nodded, revealing a hint of interest. "Should we go over and take a look?"

Su Bai narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying meaningfully: "It's nice to go and watch the excitement."

Swish---

The two of them moved and disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, in the darkness at the end of the street, Master Youming, who was hidden in the darkness, seemed to have noticed something and suddenly turned around to look behind him.

At the end of his sight, the thick night sky dissipated like ink, and a figure in a green robe slowly approached.

It can be vaguely seen that this person has white hair and beard, with long hair scattered casually behind his head. His face is ruddy and he does not look old at all.

He crossed his arms over his chest, holding a wooden sword. His eyes were clear with a hint of depth. Although he did not deliberately emit any aura, the moment he appeared, the surrounding grass, trees and rocks trembled, making a silent sword sound.

"Wan Zibai, you're here after all!"

Master Youming felt the change in the air around him, his pupils constricted instantly, and he snorted coldly and said with disdain: "Why, that old man hasn't come out of seclusion yet, and you sent you here alone? This is really looking down on me!"

The old man, whom he called Wan Zibai, sighed and looked at him with pity: "Junior Brother You, come back with me, there may still be a glimmer of hope!"

"go back?"

Master Youming sneered, his eyes flashing with hatred. "From the day I defected from the Heavenly Sword Sect, I could have gone back! Wan Zibai, you can't kill me! If you know what's good for you, don't bother me anymore, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Wan Zibai shook his head gently: "After so many years, you are still as stubborn as ever."

Swish!

As he spoke, he took a light step forward and suddenly swept out the wooden sword in his hand.

Chi!

A green sword light swept across the void like a huge crescent moon, and instantly cut Master Youming in half.

Master Youming had a cold expression on his face. He suddenly stretched out his right hand, and the iron sword in his hand flew out. Suddenly, a black light exploded, and he suddenly slashed down from top to bottom.

"break!"

Chila!

Just like a curtain being torn, the green crescent sword light was instantly torn apart by the black iron sword.

"Don't try!"

"Show me your strongest strength! Do you still think I'm just a nobody? I'm already a god!"

Master Youming was full of vigor at this moment. As soon as he finished his last sentence, his whole body was filled with vigor. Invisible gray-black true energy was burning around him like a raging fire. Behind him, an illusory black figure was faintly condensing. The enormous pressure made the air within a radius of dozens of meters seem to be trapped in a swamp, making it difficult to flow.

Wan Zibai frowned slightly, as if he was a little surprised at Master Youming's strength, and finally shook his head.

"Since you, Junior Brother You, are stubborn and refuse to change your ways, don't blame me for being ruthless with the 'Wooden Sword' in my hand!"

"Hmph! I hate hypocrites like you the most! What kind of love is there between you and me? Today, it's either you die or I die!"

"Destroy the soul, cut!"

hum!

His murderous intent soared to the sky, and the vague shadow behind him seemed to have an invisible force surging out in an instant, turning into an invisible sword, slashing towards Wan Zibai's mind, and the long sword in his hand flashed with a faint light, and at the same time that Wan Zibai's eyes flashed, the sword slashed towards his head as fast as lightning.

Faced with this move, even Wan Zibai did not dare to be negligent.

The divine light in his eyes surged, and a huge power of divine consciousness burst out, blocking the divine consciousness attack of Master Youming. He moved his body and retreated in a flash like a swimming fish.

At the same time, the wooden sword in his hand gently slashed upwards into the void.

"Ding!"

A crisp collision sound was heard.

The black sword in Master Youming's hand shook, and the black light suddenly dissipated a little, but he had no intention of retreating. His aura burst out, and the vast true energy surged out like a tide, instantly raising his body by more than ten centimeters.

The black sword in his hand swelled up in the wind and turned into a huge black sword that was more than several feet long. Black mist was flowing in it, which seemed to be able to devour people's souls and shock their minds.

"Zhazhuzhao!"

At this moment, Master Youming actually abandoned the advantage of his martial arts and turned into a giant in black mist. Holding a huge sword, he pressed the void to roar violently. The sword energy was so powerful that it chopped the trees and buildings within a radius of dozens of meters into broken ruins.

Facing this powerful and powerful heavy sword, Wan Zibai's face changed slightly, and he was a little surprised for a moment.

It seems that I have underestimated the strength of my junior fellow apprentice!

In that case---

His eyes were cold and fierce, and his aura finally burst out without reservation.

Boom!

The air bursts.

At this moment, Wan Zibai's hair and beard were flying, his eyes were like lightning, and his hands were clasped together. The huge momentum pressed the air to expand, forming a circular air wave around him that was visible to the naked eye.

The brown wooden sword was now suspended three feet above his head, with runes faintly flowing on it. As the sword trembled, the sharp sword energy cut through the void, making a hissing sound.

"Fly the sword, Aikido Slash!"

Suddenly, Wan Zibai's face became solemn, and he slashed down into the air with both hands.

hum!

The brown wooden sword trembled violently, and the brown light in it burst out to the extreme. In an instant, the sword energy rushed into the sky, and when it flew out like lightning, the majestic sword energy shook and shattered the void, and even the several black sword energies that Master Youming had slashed down before were directly shattered at this moment.

Whoosh!

The brown wooden sword was extremely fast, breaking the speed of sound in an instant, and reaching a terrifying speed of nearly twice the speed of sound at the moment of acceleration!

In the dark night, even with the eyesight of Su Bai and Xia Qianyu, they could only see a blurry brown light flash by.

Master Youming's pupils constricted. Facing this sword, he had no time to dodge.

He screamed wildly in his heart, how could this be possible?

How could Tu Laogui pass on his Qigong sword technique to Wan Zibai that day?

No wonder Wan Zibai was so confident, it turned out that he had such a killer move waiting for him!

Damn!

While he was going crazy inside, a sense of sadness welled up in his heart. Was he going to die after all?

He couldn't even kill Wan Zibai, so how could he kill Tian Tu Jianxian?

Thinking of this, he smiled dejectedly and had already given up resistance in his heart.

But just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, the brown wooden sword seemed to have been hit by a pinpoint and floated three inches in front of his eyebrows, motionless.

Master Youming seemed to have thought of something and turned his head subconsciously, just in time to see two young figures, a man and a woman, walking slowly towards him in the distance.

In an instant, his face became extremely excited and his breathing became rapid.

"Mr. Su, Miss Xia!"