Two feet nine inches!
This achievement was only an inch away from the three feet proposed by Yun Feiyang.
Knowing this result, millions of disciples on the field were shocked at the same time, with strange expressions on their faces.
In their view, Jian Wuya possesses the realm of the Seventh Rank of Transformation God, Wushuang Jiandao, and coupled with the Sacred Artifact Baquan Sword bestowed by the elder of the star picker, success in the challenge should be a matter of course.
Who knew it was such a result.
At this moment, Jian Wuya held the hilt tightly, with a blazing flame in his eyes.
It's just a little bit worse!
Unwilling!
He is so unwilling!
"Ho ho ho!"
Jian Wuya never returned to the cold and indifferent appearance of the day high, and the roared, his inner strength suddenly became violent and disordered, and he was madly injected into the Baquan sword.
"Huh!"
The Baquan Sword suddenly shined brightly, endlessly bright, making everyone in the field feel like their eyes were blinded, and the sun on the sky seemed to be overshadowed.
"Give—I—Broken!"
Jian Wuya roared as he swung his sword forward.
"Qiangqiangqiangqiang!!!"
Between the lightning and the fire, he stabbed hundreds of swords, and every sword poured all his internal energy into it, just like burning jade and stone, desperate.
Even though it was a long distance away, other monks in the field could feel the will contained therein, and were greatly shaken.
"Senior Brother Jian Wuya, you deserve to be a kendo wizard once in a century!"
"This kind of sword intent is too domineering and sharp!"
"He can do miracles, sure!"
After a dozen more breaths, Jian Wuya stopped, his forehead was full of sweat, and his breathing was a little short.
Such a high-intensity attack is also a huge burden for him.
The force of the counter-shock from the branches of the world made his right hand holding the hilt of the sword cracked and dripping with blood, but he ignored it and stared at the branches of the world ahead.
There are hundreds of sword holes all over there, of different depths.
The disciple next to him immediately leaned forward, took out the ruler and started measuring, and at the same time reported:
"Two feet eight inches!"
"Two feet six inches!"
"Two feet and seven inches!"
...
One number after another, resounded throughout the audience.
The faces of countless people showed expectant expressions.
However, as time passed, their expressions quickly became lonely again.
Until the disciple finished talking about the depth of all the sword holes, the best result was still not more than two feet nine inches.
"hateful!"
Jian Wuya gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, feeling extremely depressed.
At this moment, not only him, but also a strong unwillingness in the hearts of everyone present.
Only a small amount of difference can make the arrogant Yun Feiyang bow his head to apologize, but...
"a ha ha ha……"
Suddenly, Yun Feiyang let out an unbridled laugh, and looked at Jian Wuya and said loudly: "A little bit of a difference, a thousand miles away! If you lose, you lose. There is no excuse! It seems that it is only an inch away, but This is your limit, accept your fate!"
Hearing these words of Zhu Xin, Jian Wuya hurriedly attacked his heart, spit out a big mouthful of blood, his face pale, and his breath was decadent.
As a kendo wizard, he is determined and will not be interfered by outsiders under normal circumstances, but at this moment his Dao heart is greatly frustrated.
It was not the first time he had experienced this kind of weakness.
When the Tongtian Sacred Ladder was being assessed, he had already climbed the 900th floor, leaving all his peers behind.
At the last moment, Ye Fan seemed to be on a rocket, all the way up, reaching the top.
But Jian Wuya tried his best, and he couldn't go one higher level. He knew that this was a gap in talent, and such a gap couldn't be made up with hard work. God was doomed.
He is already a stunning talent, once in a hundred years, but there is still a mountain high.
Now, Jian Wuya once again experienced the sense of powerlessness, no matter how hard he tried, even if he borrowed the power of the Baquan sword, he could only penetrate two feet and nine inches at most!
The last inch of distance seems not much, but it seems that it is insurmountable across Qianzhong Mountains and Wanzhong Sea.
At this moment, Yun Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He scanned the audience, revealing his pride, and provocatively said: "Why? This is the strongest disciple of the Guizong? What kind of Dao has been passed down for thousands of years. Some skills?"
"Yunhai Fairy Gate, no one!"
...
Yun Feiyang's angry rebuke was like a slap, slamming the face of every Yunhai Immortal Clan disciple in the field.
Silent slap, the most painful!
Many young disciples were filled with righteous indignation, raging with anger, clenched their fists, but could not say a word to refute.
Without strength, why speak dignity!
It was really shameful that he could not leave a mark three feet deep on the branches of the world with all his strength.
Not only the young disciples, but even the faces of the elders who crossed the robbery were not good-looking, they were angry, angry, and embarrassed.
Suddenly, a young disciple pointed at Yun Feiyang and asked, "Huh! Do you know that the branches of the world are so strong that they can't leave traces three feet deep, so you deliberately raised this problem to make us difficult?"
These words immediately received a response from many people.
"Try it if you have the ability!"
"Yes! You can do it, you go!"
"If you can't leave a trace three feet deep, then we won't accept it!"
Faced with doubts, Yun Feiyang smiled faintly, and said disdainfully: "It's ridiculous! No one can beat me in the previous confrontation on the stage of life and death. The reason why I proposed to use the world branch is to save you some face, who If you don’t appreciate it, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
After that, Yun Feiyang held the sword in his hand and swaggered towards the World Tree.
"She!"
He chopped and chopped at will, didn't gain much momentum at all, didn't seem to use his full strength.
The next moment, the sharp sword pierced into the branches of the world.
The indestructible branches of the world looked like fragile thin paper in front of this sword. The sharp sword was completely submerged in it until the hilt, and the surging sword energy continued to move forward and penetrate deep into the branches.
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, everyone present couldn't help but sucked in air-conditioning, and they were shocked. If they were shocked, they even set off a huge wave in their hearts.
Until this moment, everyone really realized the power of Yun Feiyang, surpassing the younger generation, not to mention the Tianshu star, throughout the entire Big Dipper galaxy, there are rare existences.
A few seconds later, Yun Feiyang drew the sharp sword out of the branch very casually, his face was not flushed or breathing, he was calm and relaxed, as if he had done something trivial.
It was in stark contrast with Jian Wuya's effortless look.
Soon, some disciples took a ruler and went up to measure.
"Six...six feet!"
The incredible exclamation sound resounded like a blockbuster.
Surprised four people!
Those who questioned Yun Feiyang before were speechless, unable to say a word.
In the world of cultivating immortals, strength is respected!
Any status and status are all imaginary, and only strength is eternal.
Now, Yun Feiyang made a random sword, leaving a trace six feet deep in the branches of the world, not only surpassing all the disciples of the younger generation of Yunhai Xianmen, but also more than twice that of Jian Wuya.
It is no exaggeration to say that Yun Feiyang has stepped on the younger generation of Yunhai Xianmen with his own strength, even if Daozi Han Xiao is here, he may not be able to exceed this achievement.
At this moment, the corners of Yun Feiyang's mouth rose slightly, sketching out a joking smile, and continued: "I just used the strength of the transformation stage with this sword!"
The implication is that he just didn't use his full strength.
If he uses the magic power of the Immortal Venerable, he doesn't know how terrifying the world can be.
For a while, the audience was dead, and those true disciples looked like eggplants that were beaten by Shuang, their heads downcast, and the faces of the disciples in the inner and outer courtyards were equally ugly.
Once upon a time, they were proud of Yunhaixianmen, and they worked hard to join the sect.
Unexpectedly, today, the Zongmen suffered such humiliation, but they could do nothing.
As for the elders, although their cultivation base is much higher than Yun Feiyang, they are frightened by their status and cannot make moves.
If Elder Picking Stars or True Immortal Qingming made a move, it would certainly be able to suppress Yunfeiyang, but the reputation of Yunhaixianmen for thousands of years would be destroyed.
For Yunhai Xianmen, this is more unacceptable than defeat.
Yun Feiyang is exactly this point, so he dared to swagger and smash the place.
The next moment, he turned to look at True Immortal Qingming, and said: "Master Headmaster, now the victory or defeat is already divided. Since no one in Noble Sect can leave a trace three feet deep on the branches of the world, it is defeated. After a lapse of thousands of years, my Supreme Sect finally regained his victory. Of course, this is not the end, but just the beginning! Ahahaha..."
Yun Fei's unbridled laughter echoed in the valley, and it was particularly ironic in everyone's ears.
Ten thousand years ago, Taishangzong was annihilated by Yunhaixianzun, and only a few people fled to the ruins, surviving, humbled like an ant.
Who could have expected that, today after ten thousand years, Yun Feiyang was born, crushing the Tianjiao, and crushing the Yunhai Immortal Gate.
Just when many disciples were in despair, a voice suddenly came from behind:
"What's going on? Where did the wild dog dare to bark at the Yunhai Immortal Gate?"
This voice is neither salty nor indifferent, flat and straightforward, without any provocative meaning, as if it is expounding some natural facts.
Yun Feiyang's face changed drastically, his eyes burst into flames, and he furiously rebuked: "Who is it? Get out of me! If you don't agree, you can challenge me and I will give you a death!"
While Yun Feiyang was angry, the other disciples of the Yunhai Immortal Sect present were also extremely surprised, never expected that under this situation, someone would dare to stimulate Yun Feiyang.
The next moment, that voice sounded again:
"Hehe...you can't kill me!"
As soon as the voice fell, a figure walked out of the crowd.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
All the eyes of the audience focused on that figure.
Looking into the distance, he was a young boy with a tall stature and star-studded eyes, as if he had rushed back from somewhere.
Judging from the aura, this young man's realm is not considered high. It is only the transformation of God Transformation Six, and many true disciples in the field are of higher realm than him.
However, seeing his appearance clearly, millions of disciples in the field, including those elders, saw the life-saving straw like drowning people, and their eyes burst into unprecedented bright light.
"Senior Brother Ye Fan! He's back!"
"Great! I knew that Brother Ye won't let us down!"
"Isn't that Yun Feiyang smiling Zhenghuan? Later he will cry!"
"That's right! As soon as Senior Brother Ye gets out of the horse, what kind of is flying, it's nothing at all!"
