Chapter 203

Jiangnan has turned into scorched earth, the city is broken, the whole Jiangnan City has long been empty, and a large number of corpses can be seen everywhere.

Indifference, ruthlessness and spiritual light cover the body. Miyamoto Wutian has a detached temperament. This is the breath of an authentic immortal. He is also the only real immortal in the world.

He stands between heaven and earth and looks around the world. The cold wind is howling and the snow is dancing wildly, as if he were the only one between heaven and earth.

Wu Jue Xian and their faces were pale and their eyes were closed. They were running through their bodies by two fine iron chains and were suppressed in the void by Miyamoto Wutian. At this time, they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars change.

Three days and three nights passed. Miyamoto Wutian's body did not move. He has been standing tall in the sky. The snow is getting heavier and the wind and moon are blowing fiercer. He is waiting for ye Xuan's arrival. He wants to avenge Japan, even if he dies with Ye Xuan.

Satellites around the world have detected this scene one after another, and presented this picture in the eyes of the world with a live broadcast.

Everyone doesn't know whether ye Xuan will appear, but the opening of this unprecedented war has attracted the attention of the world.

The sun is setting and night falls.

When the night sky was dotted with stars and a waning moon hung in the sky, Miyamoto Wutian slowly opened his eyes, and his whole body was suddenly bright. He was looking into the distance. His originally indifferent expression finally changed.

"Ye Xuan, you finally came."

Buzz!

The sky broke up, the world was dark, and the blood light covered the whole Jiangnan City. A slender figure came across the sky. His breath was not obvious, and there was no smoke and fire, so he appeared calmly over Jiangnan City.

The world is silent.

Ye Xuan was dressed in black and a head of black silk fell behind his head. He looked at Miyamoto Wutian faintly. His face was sad and joyless. People couldn't see what was thinking in his heart.

"Ye Xuan, do you know what it feels like when I walk out of the gate of Shi Shen, when I see the devastation in Japan, when my people are crying, and when their dead are crying to me?" Miyamoto Wutian's eyes were in a trance, whispering to himself, and his aura fluctuated violently.

"Today, I came with Tiancong cloud sword and the anger of the Japanese people. I will cut off your head to worship their spirits in heaven."

Miyamoto Wutian is indifferent. His face is ferocious and distorted. The surrounding spiritual light swings in the void. Moreover, the world is extremely distorted, and there is a terrible sound of collapse.

Above the sky, in the void.

Ye Xuan had his hands on his back and no momentum around him. He looked at Miyamoto Wutian blandly. His voice said calmly, "if I were you, I wouldn't say so much nonsense. Don't you know that every villain dies quickly because of so much nonsense?"

"Ha ha!"

Miyamoto Wutian laughed wildly, and the cloud sword in the sky was shining. The terrible aura broke through the Xiaohan, and the sad and ferocious words exploded between heaven and earth.

"Villain?"

"If I am a villain, what is your Ye Xuan?"

"In terms of killing, how many lives do you carry on Ye Xuan? In terms of cruelty, my kung moto Wutian is more willing to bow down to the downwind. You, an evil devil in heaven and earth, dare to call me a villain. Isn't this a great lie in sliding the world? "

Miyamoto Wutian roared and looked at Ye Xuan with red eyes, which showed an extremely terrible killing opportunity.

"Since ancient times, winners are kings and losers are bandits. History is always written by winners. Today I will kill you here. In the annals of human history, you are a villain. Don't you understand this truth?" Ye Xuanping faded out.

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Miyamoto Wutian was stunned and clenched his fists. It was obvious that he was speechless.

"Ye Xuan, you're right. History is written by winners, but you can only die today, not me, because I'll let you know how terrible a real immortal is."

Miyamoto Wutian's face was cold and fierce, and he was shouting at Ye Xuan.

"Return to the ruins."

The sky shook and the heaven and earth exploded. With Miyamoto's determination, the extremely terrible spiritual light soared around him. The spiritual light covered the sky and the earth, and made the sky cloud sword rumble. The three foot sword body of that Sen Han was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One... Ten... Hundred... Ten thousand!

The Tiancong cloud sword was shining. It was an unprecedented aura until the Tiancong cloud sword turned into ten thousand feet. The sword body across the sky seemed to break the world.

The sky moves the earth and collapses the ancient and modern.

Miyamoto Wutian stands high above the sky, and the ten thousand Zhang Heavenly Sword rises and falls on his head. The breath of destroying the sky and the earth bursts into all directions. The earth is collapsing and the void is annihilating. The terrible scene is numbing.

"Ye Xuan, cut your flesh today and destroy your yuan God, so that you will never be reborn."

"Cut!"

Miyamoto Wutian screamed bitterly. His sword finger was like the sky and moved the endless sky. The terrible light completely covered him. The ten thousand Zhang Sky Sword moved with his sword finger and fell towards Ye Xuan with the power of destroying the sky and the earth.

Boom!

This sword smashed everything, and this sword crushed mountains and rivers. It was only the aftereffect of the wanzhang Heavenly Sword, which plunged the whole land of Jiangnan City, and the buildings on the ground were directly turned into dust and smoke, which made the global human beings who were watching the live broadcast scream in horror.

"Ha ha."

"Ye Xuan, I'm a real immortal, and you're just going to practice the method of blood. You damn bastard, die for me."

Miyamoto Wutian was completely crazy. He was laughing wildly. The ten thousand Zhang Heavenly Sword came in front of Ye Xuan. The bright and terrible light also drowned Ye Xuan's body in an instant.

Heaven and earth shake, and all things mourn.

This is the strongest sword of Miyamoto Wutian, and it is also his most sublimated sword. This sword has a nice name, which is called 'Guixu'!

All things are buried, and heaven and earth return to the ruins.

This is the true meaning of this sword. No one can survive this sword. Miyamoto Wutian believes it.

"Dead... Dead?"

Miyamoto Wutian kept panting, his whole body was dim, and he stared at Ye Xuan's position, and the violent color in his eyes was extremely strong.

"Disciple, go quickly!"

A trembling roar came to Miyamoto Wutian's ears, which also changed Miyamoto Wutian's face. I couldn't believe what I saw.

Where the wanzhang Heavenly Sword falls, the dazzling light is dissipating, and a slender figure stands between heaven and earth.

Ye Xuan carried it with one hand, and his black hair floated in the wind. He didn't show any momentum, nor did he have any light to cover it. Only a pair of sword fingers were slightly raised, and a terrible blood awn bloomed on his fingertips, just above the sword tip of wanzhang Tianjian.

Buzz!

The sky sword was wailing, and the light shrouded in the sword was dim. The sword body across the sky was trembling, and a trace of crack spread on the sword body, as if it would collapse between heaven and earth at any time.