Zongwu, because I have a bad mouth, you treat me as a villain?

Seven flying swords surrounded Wu An.

At this moment, Wu An looked like the only exiled immortal in heaven and earth.

Facing the growing crack in the sky gate.

Wu An just stood in front of the people of the world.

It is said that wherever Wu An goes, people and animals are at risk.

Since the time when Wu An was on the Black Wood Cliff, he has hardly done anything that people can praise.

But today, Wu An decided to do a good thing.

It is not that Wu An's temperament has changed.

Wu An is still the "wherever he goes, people and animals are at risk" that the female hero Ning of Huashan said back then.

It's just that in Wu An's view, no matter how chaotic the world is, it is the people of the world's own business.

If those so-called immortals who don't even know anything are allowed to go down, Wu An will not tolerate it.

In fact, two of the seven flying swords have not been refined yet.

One is the Zhenwu Sword, and the other is the Sanjin Sword that Jian Jiu "213" Huang gave to Wu An.

But from Wu An's current cultivation level, the performance of these two swords is not much different from other flying swords.

The gap in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more black shadows are gathering around the gap.

The breath of the immortal is becoming more and more obvious.

Many mortals trembled under this breath, and even their brains stopped thinking, and they just kept kowtowing.

It is not known whether they are worshipping Wu An, the exiled immortal.

Or worshipping those immortals in the sky who are unknown.

Wang Xianzhi, Cao Changqing, Deng Tai'e, Wang Mingyin, Huang Sanjia...

And Xu Xiao from Beiliang!

In the palace of Liyang Capital!

In the Jing'an Palace of Qingzhou City!

Even Beimang outside Beiliang!

This time, everyone felt the unsettling atmosphere.

"Ahem...boy, if you...don't make a move, we will be the sinners of the world! Ahem..."

Li Chungang was also anxious.

What's wrong with you, kid? Are you just posing in the sky?

The gate of heaven is about to open.

Wu An squinted his eyes gently: "Old man, the time is not up yet!"

Hearing Wu An say this, the old sword god was slightly stunned, but then angrily said: "Isn't it time now? Is it the time for those immortals to be up next time?"

"Hehe...Look at how anxious you are, old man, okay, I'll do it!"

After Wu An said this, his face showed unprecedented seriousness for the first time.

"Old man, look carefully, what is a real sword immortal!~"

Hearing Wu An say this, Li Chungang almost died of anger.

Who in the world doesn't say that I, Li Chungang, am a sword god?

So you call yourself a swordsman?

You are showing off your sword skills in front of Guan Gong.

"In the past, this move of mine was called the Demon-Slaying Sword Formation!"

"But! My sword formation has never killed a demon."

"But today, but want to kill the immortals!"

"Well, what if I call this sword formation the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation!"

"Slay! Immortal! Sword! Formation!"

"Get up!"

Wu An made a complicated seal with his hands, and the seven flying swords surrounded Wu An and trembled constantly.

At this moment, the seven flying swords seemed to have their own will.

The evil sword of exorcism!

The sacred sword of heaven!

And the weird dragon-slaying magic knife...

Each sword seemed to have its own soul and personality!

Countless people looked up and watched this scene.

Finally, the crack in the sky became bigger and bigger.

A roar resounded throughout the world.

The first black shadow came out of the crack rushed out.

This roar was not like a human voice, nor like a beast roar, nor like any sound known to humans.

But in this sound, one could hear tyranny, ecstasy, and madness.

The people who were trying not to kneel down before, after hearing this roar, their knees softened and they knelt down instantly.

Then it was a street, a city, and a country.

All the mortals who heard this roar knelt down in groups.

At this moment, a hint of anger appeared in Wu An's eyes.

The sword pointed lightly: "Go! ”

Just when Wu An said “go”.

The Zhuxian Sword Formation began to rotate slowly...

Seven flying swords cut through the sky and headed for the huge black shadow known as the immortal.

…

“It is said that on that day, Li Jianshen opened the gate of heaven with one sword move, killing the immortals in the sky and making them cry like wolves and ghosts. The area around the gate of heaven was completely empty...”

“But Li Jianshen is old after all. Being able to kill immortals with the talent of a mortal is already the limit of a human being, even though he is Li Jianshen.”

“Li Jianshen was one of the four great masters sixty years ago. He is a genius that only appears once every five hundred years, and he is a sword god figure who can be compared with Lu Zu. ”

“It is said that on that day, Li Jian opened the gate of heaven with his sword and killed eight million immortals…”

In a teahouse, a storyteller was talking with his mouth full of saliva…

The tea drinkers sitting below were stunned.

Some time ago.

The battle between Wu An and Li Chungang was known to the world.

The impact of this battle has now spread throughout the streets and alleys of Liyang.

In major teahouses and restaurants, the situation of that day has been told many times in teahouses, restaurants, brothels and other places.

There are also many versions.

Even the three-year-old children on the street know that there is a sword god named Li Chungang and a sword immortal named Wu An.

A child holding a sword shouted to another child: “I am the sword god Li Chungang, who are you, how dare you… dare… steal my candied haws? ”

Another black-clad kid with a runny nose sniffed and wiped the liquid that was about to flow into his mouth.The black-clothed child sucked back the green snot and replied with no less momentum: "You...you are Li Chungang, then...I am the sword fairy...Wu...Wu An..."

"Also, this is...my candied haws!"

Before the black-clothed child finished his story, the child said disdainfully: "Although Wu Jianxian is powerful, he is still a little worse than Li Jianshen."

"Li Jianshen has a sword to open the gate of heaven, and he can even open the gate of heaven. Can you, Wu Jianxian, open the gate of heaven with a sword?"

The black-clothed child sniffed his nose and sucked back the green snot bubble. He answered loudly and unconvincedly: "Wu Jianxian is much more powerful than Li Jianshen. Wu Jianxian...can...can..."

1.6

"Zhu Xian Sword Formation!"

The peddler passing by passed by and reminded with a smile.

"Yes! Wu Jianxian's... Zhuxian Sword Formation... is very powerful, much more powerful than your sword Kaitianmen... Humph!"

"Tsk, Wu Jianxian is not like you, look at you, you can't even wipe off your snot bubbles!"

"I... I am Wu Jianxian... I have many swords!"

The black-clothed child stuffed the candied haws that he had previously regarded as a treasure into his mouth, and then pulled out seven or eight small wooden sticks from his waist.

"Look at my Zhuxian Sword Formation!"

After the black-clothed child finished speaking, he pulled out these small wooden sticks one by one and threw them at the child before.

The child was hit and ran away in a few seconds, and then burst into tears: "Wuwuwu... You... You are cheating, the Zhuxian Sword Formation... is not like you!".