Chapter 1786 Ye Fan, come back!

Two feet nine inches!

This achievement is only one inch away from Yun Feiyang's proposed three feet away.

When he learned of this result, millions of disciples on the field were stunned at the same time, and a strange expression appeared on their faces.

In their opinion, Jian Wuya has the realm of seven transformations of the gods, the sword path is unparalleled, and the holy weapon Baquan sword given by Elder Zhaixingzi, so it should be natural to challenge the challenge.

Who knew that this was the result.

At this moment, Jian Wuya held the hilt tightly, and a raging flames burned in his eyes.

It's just a little bit short!

Not willing to accept it!

He was so unwilling to give up!

"Ho huh!"

Jian Wuya no longer looked cold and indifferent as before, and a roar deep in his throat, and his internal energy suddenly became violent and disorderly, and he was injected into the Baquan sword crazy.

"Swish!"

The Baquan Sword suddenly shone brightly, making everyone in the field feel blinded by their eyes, and the sun in the sky looks overshadowed.

"Break it to me!"

Jian Wuya roared and swayed his sword and stabbed forward.

"Clang clang clang clang clang clang!!!"

In the midst of lightning, he stabbed hundreds of swords, and each sword was filled with all internal strength, just like a burning of jade and stones, and he was desperate to take a bet.

Even though they were far away, other monks in the field could feel the will contained in it and were greatly shocked.

"Senior Brother Jian Wuya is worthy of being a once-in-a-century sword-do genius!"

"This kind of sword intent is too domineering and too sharp!"

"He will definitely create miracles, sure!"

After more than a dozen breaths, Jian Wuya stopped, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his breathing was a little rapid.

Such a high-intensity attack is also a huge burden to him.

The recoil force from the branches of the world made the tiger's mouth, which was holding the hilt of the sword, cracked and bloody, but he ignored it and looked directly at the branches of the world ahead.

There are hundreds of sword holes everywhere, with varying depths.

The disciple next to him immediately came up, took out a ruler and started measuring, and reported the number at the same time:

"Two feet eight inches!"

"Two feet six inches!"

"Two feet and seven inches!"

......

Numbers after numbers resounded throughout the audience.

Countless people showed expressions of expectation on their faces.

However, as time went by, their expressions quickly became lonely again.

Until the disciple finished explaining the depth of all the sword holes, the best results were still not more than two feet and nine inches.

"hateful!"

Jian Wuya gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and was extremely depressed.

At this moment, not only him, but everyone present felt a strong sense of reluctance.

Just a little bit away can make the arrogant Yun Feiyang lower his head to apologize, but...

“Ah hahaha…”

Suddenly, Yun Feiyang let out a burst of unscrupulous laughter, looking at Jian Wuya and whispered: "A slight difference is a thousand miles away! If you lose, you lose, and there is no excuse to say! It seems that you are only an inch away, but this is your limit, accept your fate!"

Hearing these heart-killing words, Jian Wuya was angry and attacked his heart, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face pale and his breath was depressed.

As a swordsman, he has a firm will and is usually not disturbed by outsiders, but his heart is greatly frustrated at this moment.

This is not the first time he has experienced such a powerless feeling.

When the Tongtian Holy Ladder was assessed, he was already ahead of the world, climbed more than 900 levels, leaving all his peers behind.

At the last moment, Ye Fan seemed to have been on a rocket, heading up all the way up to the top.

Jian Wuya tried his best and could not go up to the next level. He knew that this was the gap in talent, and such a gap could not be compensated with hard work. God was destined.

He is already a stunning genius, once in a century, but there is still a mountain high.

Now, Jian Wuya once again felt that feeling 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 to be separated by thousands of mountains and thousands of seas, which cannot be crossed at all.

At this time, Yun Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as a knife, scanning the audience, revealing his pride above, and provocatively said: "What? Is this the strongest disciple of the sect? What kind of Taoist ancestral court has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and this is the skill?"

"The Cloud Sea Immortal Sect, no one!"

......

Yun Feiyang's angrily scolded him, like a slap, slapped hard on the face of every disciple of the Yunhai Immortal Sect in the field.

The silent slap hurts the most!

Many young disciples were filled with righteous indignation, and their fists were clattering, but they could not say a word of refutation.

Without strength, how can you express dignity?

It is too embarrassing to be able to leave three feet deep marks on the branches of the world.

Not only the young disciples, but even the elders who passed the tribulation looked bad, they were angry, angry, and embarrassed and angry.

Suddenly, a young disciple pointed at Yun Feiyang and asked, "Hmph! Do you know that the trunks of the world's branches cannot leave any traces of three feet deep, so you deliberately raised this question to make things difficult for us?"

These words immediately received a lot of responses.

"If you have the ability, go and try it!"

"That's right! You can do it!"

"If you can't leave a three-foot-deep mark, then we won't accept it!"

Faced with the doubts, Yun Feiyang smiled faintly and said disdainfully: "It's ridiculous! No one can beat me before in the battle on the life and death stage. The reason why I proposed to use the branches of the world is to save you some face. Who knows that you don't appreciate it, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After saying that, Yun Feiyang held the sword in his hand and walked towards the World Tree with a swagger.

"See!"

He chopped and slashed casually, and didn't accumulate any momentum at all, and seemed to have no use of all his strength.

The next moment, the sharp sword pierced into the branches of the world.

The indestructible branches of the world seemed like fragile thin paper in front of this sword. The sharp sword completely penetrated into it until the hilt of the sword. The storm of the sword continued to move forward and penetrated deep into the branches.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, everyone present couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning, their bodies were shocked, as if they were electrocuted, and their hearts were even more shocked, and they were so surprised that they could not be more surprised.

It was not until this moment that everyone truly realized Yun Feiyang's power and surpassed the younger generation. Not to mention on the Tianshu Star, the entire Beidou Galaxy is a rare existence.

A few seconds later, Yun Feiyang pulled out the sword from the branches very casually, his face was not blushing or breathing, and he was calm, as if he had done something trivial.

It is in sharp contrast with Jian Wuya's appearance of doing his best.

Soon, a disciple took a ruler and went up to measure.

"Six...six feet!"

The incredible screams were like a bombshell, resounding throughout the audience.

The skills are amazing!

Those who questioned Yun Feiyang before were speechless in an instant, unable to say a word.

In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is the most respected!

All status and identity are virtual, and only strength is eternal.

Now, Yun Feiyang's casual sword left a trace of six feet deep in the branches of the world's tree, not only surpassing all the disciples of the Yunhai Immortal Sect, but also more than twice as many as Jian Wuya.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yun Feiyang, with his own strength, stepped on the younger generation of the Yunhai Immortal Sect, even if Daozi Han Xiao is here, he may not be able to surpass this achievement.

At this moment, Yun Feiyang's mouth raised slightly, outlining a playful smile, and continued: "I just used the strength of the God Transformation Stage in this sword!"

The implication is that he did not use all his strength just now.

If he used the magic power of the Immortal Lord, he would not know how shocking he would have achieved.

For a moment, the whole audience was silent. The true disciples were like eggplants beaten by frost, and they were dejected. As for the disciples in the inner and outer courtyards, their faces were also ugly.
To be continued...